It's Monday. Kids are sick. In the head both figurative and literal. Jace is a faucet from the nose, and coughing, sounds nice and wet and juicy. Aiden... he's not really sick. He's just glued to Mario Bros games on youtube. Sometimes I have to mute it cause the butt crack playing the games and uploading videos of him/her playing the game can not seem to NOT SWEAR. LOL. Who am I to talk. I have the mouth of back alley fish wife on ocassion. LOL.
All the birds are out and enjoying the beautiful day. I am feeding back their eggs to them for a few days. Mite treatment. I noticed that a lot of them, including boys are missing feathers right down to the skin, I haven't found any mites on them at all, when I search them over, and yes, I am finding some feathers, but not like they are molting. Some barer bellys and vents. SO, they all got a ivomec pour on treatment. I only treated the ones with scaly mites last time. Fritz the jerk looks the worst, only he got the poop kicked out of him last night by Florus. He went in Florus's pen while I was letting them all out, and Florus, who usually runs from him, decided it was his pen, and Fritz needed and @$$ wooping. Yup. I had to rescue Fritz. LOL
Now for a horror story of holy Shhhh, it stunk proportions. We we're all heading for bed last night, and I was reading to the boys before I turned in. Aiden say's he needs to go potty, so I send him up. A few minutes later John hollars (how the heck do you spell that?) down the stairs that I needed to come up and clean up Aidens mess. Ok... I figure it can wait while I finish Roscoe Riley, I was almost done with it. John yells down again, that I needed to come up and take care of my son, he shat all over the floor and himself....
I get up the stairs, there is poop on the floor, poop on the toilet, in the toilet, in Aidens PJs, in Aidens undies, on Aidens arm and chest... What the!?
Well, Aiden had a one peice sleeper on. He didn't get it down in time, and started pooping in his undies, so, he dumped that out on the floor, finished crapping on the toilet, put back on his dirty undies, his dirty sleeper, and runs to give his dad a kiss... John, grosses out big time, cuz Aiden smells like he rolled in it.... Oh... The.... Joy... At least he didn't paint the walls.