The next stage in our journy was our cabin, located at Jellystone Park just outside of Estes Park.  The first thing Q-6 said when he saw the place was, "Why did you get a cabin so small?"



The answer:
a) cheap
b) cute




c) omg, the view!


So, after we mucked about for a while I decided to see what was in the campground.  The road makes a loop up the hill.  This is what happened:






My kids are a bunch of wusses, they were almost there!



See how tired they were?  As soon as I got this last photo, T-5 pops up and asks if we can climb the mountain.  I was all, but I thought you were too tired?  Nope, up the mountain they ran.  And at the top we found this charming structure that was not at all creepy, no sir.  Not even when we found a cluster of stuffed animals and baggies with candies and notes in them.  



Guess what my youngest is doing in the next photo:



If you said pooping his pants, you win!  But wait, there's more!  Mid poop he decided to do as bears do and pulled his shorts down to poop in the woods.  Unfortunately, this resulted in smearing the poop in his pants all over his little body.  I thought, "oh no, I am not touching that." and told everyone it was time to go back to the cabin.  C-3 made it about 5 steps, tripped, fell, hurt himself and started screaming.  

Yup, I carried him all the way back to our tiny cabin with no shower.  Poop and all.  Argh!  So, after I got him cleaned up and changed, we had to go to town for some things I'd forgotten.  Like a tape for the video recorder.  And a fake log for the fire:



Man, fun times like these can not be bought, I tell you.  Oh yeah, and guess why the youngest looks so uncomfortable.  Because he pooped his pants.  Again.  And this was about the last photo I took before the battery on my camera gave out.

Next up, How My Kids Caught The Forest On Fire.

I got a new hard drive. I am back to the monopoly based system. I can watch video again. So I bring to you: Once Jesus Got Famous He Changed, Man  

And T-5 did it with no help from her folks. I think the key is to use they bike they are comfortable with. She's been riding that bike for about two years now.

Also, I can't see this video (curse you linux) but you should be able to:

You know, until I had the the kids.  I said this just now:

I don't think that cow is strong enough to pull a snake.

Thank you very much, folks!  I'll be here all week.

Today, while Q-6 was in Kindergarten, I took the younger two to the store. We were almost done and I was just picking up some last items.

T-5, her eye caught by bright packaging: What's that?

Me: It's birth control so we don't have any more kids.

T-5: Can I have some, 'cause I don't want kids.

Me: No, you're not old enough to have children and even when you are you have to have sex to get pregnant.

T-5: Insects?

Me: No, have sex.


Also, Q-6 lost his fourth tooth this morning. He woke up with it in his mouth, thought it was his allergy pill and swallowed it. He shrugged and said, "I guess no tooth fairy for me." Being Miss Mature I was all like, "Ewww, now it's going to be in your poop! It's going to bite your butt on the way out."


Also also, in the store, C-3 decided I was to be C-3 and he could be mommy. Then he started talking in this really high pitched voice, "C-3, go to time out for your attitude!" I tried to tell him that was not how I sounded and but he smiled and said, "Yes it is."

So, this morning we found a dead mouse outside, courtesy of our cats.

Fast forward to this evening when the kids are eating tacos and the cat is underneath their chairs, also eating tacos, or pieces of them, anyway.

T-5 gets some cheese and is eating it. She asks if the cats like both taco cheese and American cheese. I tell her yes. Then I go on to add:

It doesn't really matter what kind of cheese, if the cat will eat a dead mouse, then it will eat cheese.

Q-6 stops eating and stares at me with his huge eyes: Cheese comes from mice?

From my neighbor's yard:


moar funny pictures

http://images.icanhascheezburger.com/completestore/2008/5/14/birdhousesurd128552481104361786.jpg

This morning I took the three kids swimming at the rec center by my mom's house.  They like the pools there better then the ones in our city (of course).  We'd been there about 15 minutes when they decided they wanted to go on the big slide.  This slide is about three stories tall and the stairs face this wall of windows that, on the lower level, looks out over the front desk, entrance, and weight room.  The top level faces the indoor track.

Take a moment to picture this.

The first time down I was holding C-3 (well, everytime I was holding him.  because otherwise he would drown) and the force of the water was a little more than I expected.  So I hit the bottom a little harder than I thought and I bumped along a few times on my butt before I got myself together.

The kids get out and race up the stairs and I follow at a much more leisurely pace, taking my time on those stairs.  The second time down the slide goes much better and there was no dunking or anything.   As I make my way to the edge of the pool, there's this guy there smiling at me.

"There's a hole in the back of your bathing suit." He says.

"What?"  I duck back down in the water and start feeling around on my ass. 

Oh no, there was no hole.  It was more like a chasm.  This rip was on the seam and was as long as my palm.  Right down the middle of my ass.  My ass was hanging out for the whole swimming pool (and front counter and weight room and track) to see.

I could have given birth to my kids through this hole.  My six-year-old would easily have passed.

"Do you want me to bring you a towel?"  The guy who's seen my naked ass asks.

"No thanks."  Because I have now bunched the material together in my hand and will not be letting go for any reason.

And, I have to spend the next hour and half sitting in a towel on a bench watching my kids have fun without me.  Even better, when I went to thank the man, again, for telling me about my wardrobe malfunction and he said, "Yeah, I looked up the stairs and thought, 'that's not dark brown'."

Which offended me because I thought he was referring to something he'd seen on my skin, when in fact he was referring to the color of my bathing suit.  So.  Good times had by all.  Or 3/4s.

Does it really make more sense to hide your empty pudding cup between the cabinet and the wall than to just throw it away?  I mean, the kid had to crawl under the counter to do it.  Really?  That walking the ten feet to the trashcan was "beyond necessity" and crawling around on the floor was obviously the easier solution?

You know that game where you blow raspberries on your kid's belly?

Today I was doing that to C-3 until he lifted my shirt and said: My turn to spit on you belly

The kids got into the laundry basket and started dressing up in my clothes.

Smoochie Pie came home.  

The kids ran up to him and T-5 yelled, "Look, daddy!  We're messed up!" 

This guy has them:

NZ man 'used hedgehog as weapon' 

A man in New Zealand is charged with throwing a hedgehog at a teenager, a newspaper reports.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/go/em/-/1/hi/world/asia-pacific/7334233.stm
 

Q-6:  Mommy, can you read my mind?

Me:  Yes I can.

Q-6 (doubtfull):  What am I thinking right now?

Me:  Right now?  You're thinking, I don't think mommy can read my mind.

Q-6 (still doubtfull, but now slightly scared):  How did you know that?

My kids are at my mom's all day.  All of them.

I am sitting in front of the computer eating all their Easter candy reading atheist blogs.  

Ummmm....

1.  Home-made dune buggy and dunes:


2.  Horses at the farm where the birthday party was held:


3.  Pigs (until I told Smoochie Pie that I was slightly afraid of pigs, then he made fun of me):


4.  Tree houses on a real farm:


5.  Tire Swings:


6.  My dad's wedding.  Well, almost: