It may be a crazy life, but it is our life... as much as Kate Goselin annoys me, I love this saying! Lately it feels like we live in constant chaos.

One crisis after another.

The last two days being the worst... or is it the best?

Yesterday my dear Ezra swallowed a penny (or at least we thought he did?)

The incident sent us to the ER, deleted $75 from my checkbook and tested the strength of several nurses as they tried to x-ray my freakishly strong toddler. However, being in the ER seeing all the seriously ill children made me appreciate and see the humor in our situation. We were happy to leave with a healthy bouncy boy and headed to In-n-Out for a burger... his favorite.

The next stop, Verizon. To replace the phone that was mistaken for a plant and watered while he was playing with the hose... cost, $40. I think I should start keeping a record of these expenses and deduct them from his first allowance!

Please don't forget about my sweet adorable Jonah... the strong man. His idea of fun, creating his own rock slide. Grunting and puffing, one by one he picked up all the rocks in our yard, carried them over to the slide and let them go... what fun!

While in the shower this morning, they somehow got the dental floss out of the CHILDPROOF drawer. My 5 second shower was interrupted by the scream of terror... the scream all mothers fear. Not just a cry, but a "I am hurt mama, please hurry" scream. I run to the rescue and find the boys tangled up in the entire roll of dental floss, nearly about to lacerate poor Jonah's chubby little finger.

Enough! But wait, it gets better...

We rush down the street to Ezra's speech therapy appt. (we are so lucky that our neighbor, a speech therapist is able to provide services out of her home). The session ends, we barely all survive, we say goodbye... but wait, no

Ezra is peeing on her front porch!

I guess in all the "fun" we both forgot that he was wearing his big boy underwear (say hello to potty training!) I was mortified.

We are back home, changed, dry and hopeful for some relaxing time before lunch. I soon realize the silence... which is never a good thing. I come into the living room to find Ezra with his new dry chonies on his head - with the leg hole just in the right spot over one eye so that he can see as he runs circles in the living room and his brother chases him... they are giggling and laughing. Not a care in the world.

I call Robert to tell him about the madness, and he is LAUGHING!

He thinks it's all hilarious... I step back, take a good look and realize that yes, it is hilarious.

and crazy...

but it's our crazy.