What are little boys made of? Snips and snails, and puppy dog's tails

*I wanted to post this last night but blogger was down.*

Even wonder what a day is like with two little boys? Let me tell you! For some of you, this will sound all too familiar; for others, you'll think I'm nuts to electively spend every day all day with these little heathens!

Everything started out well yesterday, I was up, showered, and dressed before 8 am! No small feat!
We went down to the living room where the big boy ran around naked, as usual. He stopped short, dashed to his potty, and put a tiny sprinkle in. He brought me the bowl to show me so that we could dash to the big potty where he'd watch me rinse and pour out the contents into the big potty, which he would then get to flush. But I told him to put back the bowl and put some more wee-wee in the potty. Apparently, this did not fly with him b/c next thing I knew the pee-pee was flying. He tossed the bowl up in the air like he was tossing a salad. And the wee-wee came showering down onto my leg, the sofa, and the floor! All of this before 8:30 am!

We have another round of tears over Pooh and Friends! Ugh, I want the old line up back. I want Stein-Steins at 8am! And I hate having to wait till 9:30 for Manny. We're almost never home that late during the week!

Next, we had breakfast. The big one managed to spill half his Cheereo milk down the front of himself and the little one got so excited about his rice cereal that he blew a huge raspberry that resulted in a large chunk of rice cereal on my nose! Yuck! Second hand gunk!

We piled into the car and set off for the day. Just outside the main gate, the baby starts crying his death scream. I wonder what could be wrong. Oh yeah, he might have gotten some cereal but I totally forgot to nurse him! He's STARVING! So off the high way I pull, onto a quiet street I park. He was only partially interested in eating. Back into his seat he goes. SCREAM, SCREAM, SCREAM. Until we are five minutes from the park. He finally drifts off and then the big one is so excited when he realizes where we've arrived that he screams and now the baby is screaming again too.

We play, the baby stays awake despite being in the snugli facing me (which is normally a baby Micky Finn). We get back in the car. I feed the baby and the big one starts his grungry (hungry) chant. I toss some crackers at him and get going. Both spend the next twenty minutes screaming at me! I relent, into MckyD's we pull in for a cheeseburger and dollar fries. Both of which were steaming hot so the big one didn't get to eat them until we got home. So much for saving some time. I at least got an ice cream---since they don't serve anything stiffer.

Once home and everyone is fed, the little one took a 1.5 hour nap. The big one futzed for 3 hours in his room. I give up and give in, we get in the car to run an errand. We're not even off our street before the big one is asleep! By the time we get home, they're both asleep. It's now 5pm! Everyone should be awake. Do I let them sleep? Do I get them up for dinner? Will they wake on their own and still go to bed on time?
Both wake, get fed, get washed, and get back into bed! On time! I even got to go for a run on my own. I even got some homework done!

All of this is just a regular day's work! It's a good thing I love my job and I get the best pay in the world--tight hugs, big kisses, and gummy smiles. Or I might have to reevaluate this career choice.