We are good birth control

I just have to write this for my future posterity because it was just so funny and typical of my life. Yesterday, my friend Mindy called me and we were trying to have a quick chat. She called right after Makenna woke up from her nap. She usually wakes up a little grumpy and is super anti having her diaper changed lately. So M was running around sans diaper and spilled most of a can of diet coke all over her but would not let me change her (so super ghetto). Mindy is patient through me dealing with the daily dramas of two young and opinionated kiddos. I finally get M diapered and dressed and get the kids bundled up so they can go play in the back yard. I'm sweeping the floor and keeping an eye on the kids outside. A few minutes later M starts screaming in the back yard. I go out and she is standing completely naked in our cooler that is still full of ice from the weekend. Knee deep in cold, icy water. Boogers dripping down her face and getting in her hair. Big crocodile tears. I fought the urge to take a picture and rescued her. Then I had to fight her to get rediapered and reclothed. At that point Mindy offered to let me go. I'm pretty sure that based on that conversation with me she won't be wanting any more kids.

My life, it's so glamorous. Hahaha.