Did that really just happen?

Yep. I had one of those moments last night after bath time. We have an after bath ritual where the boys run around naked for a bit while we are getting their jammies and bed ready for quick placement. This usually entails getting Eli out first while Brody enjoys the last two inches of water and toy fun.

So, I got Eli out and let him run around his bedroom and jump on the bed. :gasp: I let my kids jump on the bed. Yep. I'm that mom. Anyway, as Eli was jumping around, I notice that he was squatting kind of funny so I went to investigate. About the time I get over to the bed, I smelled the foulest stench ever. I thought to myself...it smells like poo over --- OMG, Eli. Stop. Don't jump. STAY WHERE YOU ARE. OMG. TOO late. It was like this weird slow-motion situation but my almost two year old took a crap on the bed and then proceeded to bounce all in it. Only Eli could/would do that. I was mortified and dry heaving all at the same time. I yell, and I mean YELL for Brody to get out of the tub so I can toss Eli in with minimal poo damage and then run back into their room (still dry-heaving, mind you.) and start ripping bed sheets off and surveying the damage. The thought process that ran through my head is kind of comical. This morning as I was relaying this awesomeness to moo-moo, (my mother), as she watched the boys yesterday, she tells me how awesome and healthy they ate yesterday. Yes mom, I could tell what you fed my child. Disgusting.

I walk back into the bathroom to see Brody shivering from the cold-air and Eli happy as a freaking lark in the bathtub, watching the little bit of water left draining. I get them dress, put them in bed and go sit on sofa. Alone. Cracking up laughing as I think about the craziness of what just happened.

This is my life, people. Don't be jealous.