Isn't it ironic...

I have to tell you all a funny, a funny at my sons and little brothers expense. My youngest brother is 19 and this story has followed him for about 15 or 16 years at this point. One day when he was a toddler, a potty trained toddler, he came out of the bathroom absolutely wailing. He was very upset and when my mother asked him what was wrong, he proceeded to wail on and on about a *hole in his butt.* He really thought he was broken, why in the world was there a hole in his  butt, and what were they going to do about it. Poor little guy, he thought he was broken. I however, thought it was hilarious. As did my mother. She told him what the purpose of the hole was, and that he wasn't *broken.* It continues to be a story that haunts him. It's funny, typing this story just doesn't do it justice. 

Fast forward about 15 or 16 years and here we are. I'm franticly searching for my brother in my phone, laughing hysterically, and pushing the green button to dial. The conversation I had with Joey went a little like this...

Me: (laughing) Hey Joey, you know that story that you HATE when we share?! 

Joey: (groaning) Yes, why?!

Me: Because you now have company. I think it must be a boy thing.

Joey: (starting to laugh) Why?! 

Me: Because Zachary just did the same thing, only without the crying. (laughing hard again at this point, along with Joey)

This is what happened. I was sitting on the couch with Morgan and Zachary came in bare bottomed. I instructed him to go get his underwear but he said *No Mama, what's this?* I had looked away at this point, but when I turned my head back his way he had both feet planted on the floor, he was bent over with his head between his little legs and his hand was between them pointing at *the hole in his butt.* He just didn't know what it was. 

Cue the flashback. It was immediate. I was no longer in my living room. I was 10 years old, sitting in front of a boring Barney movie with my other brother, and Joey came screaming into the living room thinking he was injured or broken. 

Now, anyone who knows me is aware of the fact that Zachary reminds me so much of Joey that it's scary. He really took me back 15 years. It's now a story that will haunt Zachary for his entire life. It was hilarious, Morgan and I just died, even a 4 year old recognized the humor!! 

Sorry Joey, and Zachary, but you guys are nuts! Thanks for the laugh! 

Insanity of the everyday variety...

So, it's just another day around our house. I've heard the word Mommy about 91 times (in one sentence), wipes dirty rear ends, cleaned up spilled bubbles, laughed so hard I almost cried, organized a playdate, cleaned my kids bedrooms, and folded two loads of laundry, ALL BEFORE BREAKFAST. 

My life is insane, completely and utterly insane. It's not any more insane than anyone else I know, it's just insanity of the everyday variety. So, that's what this new blog is about. It's my everyday insanities. The ups, the downs, the funnies, the not so funnies. My everyday insanity.