moments of brilliance

So why hasn't anyone told me that Pull-Ups are great?

Oh, you have??

WHY wasn't I paying attention?!

Yesterday, after putting our area rugs back down and putting the triplets in Pull Ups, all the while trying to find the good in having our children in diapers indefinitely, Elizabeth came strolling up to me with her little potty receptacle full of something that looked like ...

I had to rub my eyes and give a closer inspection...

Why, it was a puddle IN the potty!!!

BRILLIANT!! Pull Ups are underwear diapers!!

Kids can pull them up and down and if they aren't yet ready or if they have an accident, it's not on your FLOOR. Or your RUG. Or, inside your Weeble Wobble Tree House.

Here I was thinking that the reason these things were so neato is because they came in larger sizes and couldn't be whipped off so easily by the occupant.

Later in the day, she did it again. And again. AND AGAIN!!!

But today, not once.

I think today she realizes that her underwear are also a diaper.

So what?!

She knows that she can pull them up and down and practice to her heart's content.

And I, do not have to wash 30 pairs of underwear a day!!

And, our area rugs are in no danger of being destroyed!!

William and Elizabeth also had a stroke of genius yesterday when they discovered a loop-hole in the rule "Thy shalt not hit thy brother and sister."

While I was making lunch, I watched William smack Elizabeth with his Big Bird stuffed animal. He quickly looked over at me and when he saw that I was watching ... reprimanded Big Bird by saying "Big Bird!! No HITTING Ewizabedh!! You in TIME OUT!!"

He marched Big Bird over and stood him in the corner. After a couple seconds passed, he kissed Big Bird and told him to go apologize to Elizabeth.

While Big Bird was trying to make his apology, Elizabeth smacked William in the side of his head with her Elmo and then yelled "Elmo!! No HITTING Villyum!! You in TIME OUT!!"

I'm surrounded by brilliance.

Now, all I need is for someone to invent a spray on sunscreen.

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I wasn't expecting such an outpouring of support with my last post ... you guys are much too kind.

And to think, I had considered writing a post that simply said if I ever went over to the home of my boss and scribbled on his Ethan Allen dining room table with a sharpie, pooped inside his Weeble Wobble Tree House, tried to flush his car keys down the toilet, shoved mozzarella cheese sticks inside his hot VCR, repeatedly stuck blueberries up my nose that he had to fetch out, pulled every leaf off of every plant in his house and yard, popped keys off of his laptop, dumped five pound bags of rice on his kitchen floor, pulled a full pitcher of lemonade off his counter and hung on his pant legs whining while my two co-workers were trying to feed his dog Legos and then decided that instead, they'd like to eat the dog's food ... I wouldn't be at all surprised if he lost his patience.

Especially if I did something similar the next day. And the next.

And then, I asked for a BIG raise.

Because in addition to being a real chore, I'm extremely expensive.

But I'm worth every dime. Because I'm cute. And, brilliant.