New name?

Since my days are mostly consumed by my children, my blog reflects this. What happens when my days are spent covered in poo? I have written several times about Sam and his incredible exploding diapers. Lately it has gotten worse again. For a while things were slowing down and he was only sharing about 5 or 6 poopy diapers a day with me. But Lord! In the last few weeks, he is back to exploding and providing me with at least 10 crazily soiled diapers a day! I can't even take it. Last night, in the restaurant where we were trying to have a relaxed family meal, he literally runneth over into the high chair within a nanosecond of my meal being served. I covered him with a cloth napkin-I'm quite sure they won't want it back-and sprinted out the door. I only had an extra sweatshirt in the car, no pants, so after getting him cleaned up I took him back in half naked and tried to finish my meal. By then of course the kids were all done eating and getting extremely restless and my food was mostly cold, but oh, well. I swear, this kid's bowels are from Hell. So, in honor of my son and his nasty habits I'm thinking of re-naming this blog. Here are some that I have considered: The Diarrhea Diaries--too much alliteration I think.; The Poo Manifesto; The Butt Blogs--sounds like a porn flick; Memoirs of a Poo-filled Life...I could go on, but I think you get the point. On second thought, maybe I should just leave it as the Straight-jacket Express. That seems to cover the way my life is as a whole.

Oh, and I have to add a disclaimer about my last post. My husband would like to add that his list was also only partially represented and that sometimes I fall down on the job and have no clue where he last laid his keys or wallet, but on the whole he doesn't disagree with my assessment. There you go, honey. I let the world know how you feel.

Here are a couple of funnies from Katie: I put this one on my FB page, so you may have already seen it, but it's funny enough to repeat. At least I think so. One night she handed Vince a mirror and when he looked in it he said, "That's a good-looking fella." She goes, "No, Daddy, that's you!"

A few days later, she walked with me to take Audrey to school. On the way home, she says to me, "It smells like PaPa (my Dad) out here." I said, "What does Papa smell like?" She said, so serious, "beef." Oh, boy! I bet they heard me laughing for miles. When I got home I told Vince what she said and he told me that was especially funny because the night before she had been laying on his chest and told him he smelled like PaPa. He asked what PaPa smells like and she said "barbeque"!! I told my dad he needed to lay off the meat diet for a while! He said he was gonna call Stetson with an idea for a new cologne. Oh, the things that come out of her mouth. She keeps us all in stitches. And for the record, my dad smells like sawdust. I love that smell. I think I'll put piles of sawdust in Sam's room. I think you all know why.