as mentioned...

As mentioned before, I said I had more to say...so yep I do.
A story of visiting the land of Target with 4 children and a crazy lady mom...

A long long time ago~ okay not really. It was last night. I decided to take the kids-yes all 4 of them- to Target. The girls' birthday party is in a week and they need swimsuits for their party. So we go shopping. I grab the HUMONGOUS cart (you know- the one that seats 2 in the big plastic front and then the normal cart that is attached to it). I put the big girls in the seats. SR in the front part of the basket (in her car seat of course) and CW in the basket part-so he can lay down. Man that cart was heavy! So I heave ho them around the store. SM decides after seeing the bra section in the girls area that she needs a bra. LOUDLY. Once I take care of this we head to the swimsuits. CW starts pulling things off the rack. SM is picking out which suit she wants and SE is trying to decide. I make a quick decision for them and we head into the fitting rooms. Keep in mind I am still pushing/pulling the HUMONGOUS cart. There is one fitting room-at the end that will fit us...barely. So we go in. CW is saying naked in the most disturbing way. So we get the suits figured out. I try to open the fitting room door. I can't. It's blocked by a cart. Here is the conversation that followed:
ME: Is that your cart?
ANOTHER WOMAN: yeah.
ME: I can't get out...can you move it please?
ANOTHER WOMAN: I'm trying on a suit.
ME: I can't get out and I need you to move your cart.
She huffs and puffs...She moves her cart which has her little boy in and says "then I guess we'll take the big fitting room."
WHATEVER!!!!!!!!!!
So we are done at Target at this point. TG!
We head home and I give the big kids a quick bath. I get them to bed. I then decide that SR needs a bath but I don't feel like getting her tubby. But it would be nice if I just ran some water in our big tub and sat with her. A little time together right?
She was looking up at me with the sweetest smile. (And I can't believe I am going to blog this...) I then notice the water is changing...yep, she pooped. In the water. That I am sitting in with her. EEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWW! I drain the tub and get out. We head into the shower. After we get all cleaned up (BTW did you know that it is tricky to hold a slippery soapy baby and clean yourself up?) and head to bed. I am exhausted. It's still early though. Only 9PM. Here comes CW. "Momma--I sleep wif you?" Absolutely dude. He climbs up on PD's side since he is at work...grabs my hand...says I love you Momma and goes to sleep. THE END.
Did ya like my story? I wish that it wasn't all true. I wish I could have more to embellish. But what's the point? It is my life...it needs no embellishing!