Do I need help?

So mom is a little concerned with the latest trick dad has taught me....I am not sure why? it seems less harmful than the previous one of "bump heads." not like I am aiming to be proper and all. I mean look at me.

Well, here it is....if someone burps, I burp (grunt like noise) back. It always brings laughter, so how can it be wrong? it's not my fault that a person burps. they are the ones being rude... I am just pointing it out...

Ready for a new trick-
Liney

When it rains...we play

Frustration...

Mary Margaret loves the water, so I thought swim lessons at the local YMCA would be a great idea. I arrived early to ensure MM could be in the class at a time convenient for us. Today is the first class and I realized, "I wonder if it is handicap accessible?" How do I get all 3 girls to the swimming pool? Meda offered to watch today, but I have 8 weeks of this class 2x a week. I called the Y, no it is not handicap accessible. Can someone help me take a baby down the many flights of stairs? Well, probably not and they don't want to be liable should something happen. 2 BABIES I tell you. I always find myself frustrated when I end up in these situations as a little voice tells me, "if you only had one, this would not be an issue." But yet again I am at the mercy of others. The Russels have the same time for lessons, so in the future she might help.

Who wouldn't want to help carry one of these girls down the stairs? This picture is a recent early Saturday morning photo of the sawyer ladies with bad bed hair. I am grateful for the girls and think the Y is missing out....

You can not top this..nor should you want to

so today while the ladies were napping, liney pooped. she decided that she would take the poop out of her diaper and smear it all over the crib. some was even on the outside of her mouth. mac barnes found her in this state, ran upstairs and informed us, "caroline is playing with her poop." if that is not enough...the plot thickens...I first cleaned caroline off, then threw both babies in the tub while Lousia watched...while cleaning the crib, I found poop on the floor then someone pooped in the bathtub.
piles of poop everywhere with babies in the water too. all babies out, bathtub cleaned, back in to the tub where the cleaning of the twins began again. Crib is now clean, laundry in the wash, all ladies are clean. I thought to myself, "I should have looked for the birdseed." Ya'll, literally, how does this continue to happen to me? am I a fit mom? drinking a shiner bock and laughing...

1-800-222-1222

Just thought you might like the number for Poison Control. This morning I thought if all 3 were in the playroom, I could maybe put on a little makeup. They seemed rather quiet, but I thought they were having fun all 3 playing together. As I entered, I realized Mary Margaret was feeding the babies the bird seed from her Children's Church project. I have no idea how much they consumed, and somehow, big sister ate none. After consultation with Meda, I decided to call poison control. Is bird feed dangerous? I have no idea where it was from, and it was a mixture of all different kinds. How do I explain to them that my almost 3 year old fed her 15 mo twin sisters bird seed. I am really in control of all that goes on here...
To put you all at ease, bird seed is nontoxic.

Never a dull moment!

I will survive...

So, yes I am the pacemaker child but I will survive. Big sis received a new princess wand for her birthday and I gave Sarah a beating with it. Today, I decided to pull up on Sarah and COMPLETELY wiped her out...she busted it...falling backwards and hitting her head on the hardwood floor.. she kept crying and required tylenol. why is she such a wimp?
Mom and Dad think I am going to be the sneaky one, but I am hoping to play up the whole "injured" one, so I can take charge....watch out Sarah, your days are numbered...Big Sis, you are next!

Fast Food Nation vs. Red Sox Nation

For those of you who aren't local bostonians, there are no fast food places close to our house. So our encounters have been rather few and really just on car trips. On our most recent car trip (we have taken 4 the last few months all over 12 hours each way) MM informed us that she was hungry. She said she wanted to go to, "Old McDonalds."

A few weeks ago, MM and I were on our weekly trip to Market Basket for groceries. She looked up and saw a big poster of Red Sox's player #34 and says, "look mom, it's Big Papi."

Our daughter knows who Big Papi is but can't say the name of McDonalds. Classic!

a week at the beach...

highlights from our recent trip...
1. Caroline loved to eat the sand and tried to consume as much beach water as possible thus as bob told his family is why she had the sh...s 8 times a day
2. Sarah loves dogs. she would shrill in delight and chase all dogs down the beach to pet them. (as caroline went the other direction)
3. MM broke her cousin Jordan's fan (the kind you hold). She was found with it in her hand with two other cousins nearby. when asked if she was the one who broke it she replied, "the babies did it." of course at this point all babies were in pack n plays a floor above the crime scene. not a plausible scheme.
4. MM informed her aunt robin to not go near the room the babies were napping in or she might get a spank if they woke up
5. Evidently the Sawyer clan comes with their own oddities. not really making a salad, but cutting all the items up so one can assemble on their own. and.... the women of the family have twitches. many funny stories came from that. you will have to ask bob about the story from their time in queens.

we survived. after 16 hours in the car straight back, I think I need another "vacation"

urinal

on our way back from the outer banks, we stopped at a fruit stand for MM to go potty. she and I went into the all gender/handicap bathroom where we faced our first urinal. "what's that mommy?" that is where boys can go potty. "can I go there?" no honey we have different privates. God gave girls one privates and boys others... (why have we chosen these words?) so after a few more questions, for some reason I felt compelled to demonstrate how a boy would go potty at the urinal..explaining that is where daddy goes etc.
what was I thinking?
have I totally messed my child up? well, two more shots to explain the urinal. maybe I should take notes.