Toilet Troubles

With three boys in this house, there's bound to be toilet troubles. This particular event involved all three boys.

Silas came running out of the bathroom yelling, "Quick! Get the plubber! It's going to displode!" He drug me into the bathroom where he continued to explain.  "It's just going up and up! The water won't go swirly!"

Josh came to the rescue but he had some questions first. He asked Jackson how much toilet paper he used. And Jackson said, "I don't know. Like, 50?"

So Josh gets out the 'plubber' and Silas says, "Hey, that's Ms. Emma's toy!" That's when we really lost it. Ms. Emma was one of the caregivers at CDC in Fallon. And it sounds like she was often stuck with the unfortunate task of plunging the toddler turds.

This wasn't our first clogged toilet and it won't be the last. But it sure was funny. And we still call it 'The Plubber.'

He's So Sweet

My co-worker told me about the best ice cream she's ever had. Bride's Cake from Blue Bell. It's white ice cream with hunks of wedding cake and almond cream cheese icing swirl. It sounded good so I looked for it at the store. I didn't see it. I was a little disappointed but I figured that the commissary might not carry it and I made a mental note to look at the next grocery store I went to.

Over the next two weeks I checked three other grocery stores and couldn't find the Bride's Cake ice cream. I asked my co-worker where she found it and discovered it's a real hot commodity and hard to find. Her friend found some and bought every carton in the store and was refusing to sell it!

Challenge accepted! I was going to find this damn ice cream... I made calls to local grocery stores. I recruited friends. I even called Blue Bell to get the delivery schedule. Come to find out, I was not the only ice cream psycho on the hunt. People were following delivery truck drivers around town trying to buy it straight off the truck! We got a hot tip from my co-worker's friend that the Blue Bell delivery truck was in the Winn-Dixie parking lot. There weren't enough hours in the day to be a working woman, wife, mother and ice cream stalker.

I felt like I had given it my best and maybe it wasn't meant to be. Because if it was as good as everyone said, I'd probably eat the whole thing and make myself sick. So I gave it a rest.

One night Josh and I got into a little argument and I threatened to withhold cookies from him. His response was, "Then I'm not letting you have any of the ice cream hidden in the garage freezer." My face lit up!! I was so excited. Until he said, "I'm just kidding. There's nothing out there."

I cried. I actually cried. Real tears. The first tear was for the ice cream. The other tears were because I'm a grown woman, crying over ice cream. How ridiculous could I be?!?

Weeks went by and I had really given up on my Bride's Cake ice cream. The stories I had heard! I didn't have the time and resources for this search to continue. But little did I know, Josh had been stopping at the store every day on the way home from work to look for it. And he did it! We got the ice cream. And it was probably worth all the trouble. Isn't he so sweet?

He Drank Too Much

My old college roommate and I have been reunited. She moved to Louisiana about 12 years ago and now we're only four hourss from each other. We made plans to go back to school shopping at the outlet mall somewhat between our homes. But instead, I booked a cabin in Pensacola and it only took one quick text message to convince her to come along. We're back to our old shenanigans.

We hit the beach hard! Jackson and Silas' swim lessons are really paying off. The two of them were real naturals on the hand-me-down boogie boards Josh bought for $5. They had a blast swimming. Silas was having so much fun he couldn't stop smiling, or laughing, or drinking the ocean. He drank the whole ocean!

It became obvious just how much ocean he drank the next morning. Of course he had a tummy ache. He also managed to blow seawater and algae out his butt and into his swim trunks four times before lunch. He made it to the bathroom once; just the once.

On the way home he spewed a tidal wave of vomit all over the back seat. A sea of Gatorade and lunchmeat. Hot, pink meat and most of the Gulf of Mexico. He spent the rest of the 4 hour drive home holding a large Subway cup over his face, just in case. Poor guy.

Just when I thought he was out of the woods and feeling better he gave me quite the scare. I went to wake him up for daycare and he wasn't in his bed! I said, "Silas?" And there was no answer. My heart skipped a beat before I found him in the bathroom, asleep. On the floor. Curled up on the bath mat. Half behind the toilet. With his face on the cold tile floor. Holding his Subway barf cup. Like a tiny little drunk. I guess he drank too much (ocean).