Thing One and Thing Two

Dustin and I have what we call our Things. His Thing is leaving his crumbled up receipts everywhere in the house instead of throwing them away. I know, I know - I do not understand it any more than you do.

My Thing is spilling everywhere. On me, on the couch, on the floor. It just happens. Dustin has graciously accepted it although for some reason I am no longer allowed to eat crackers in bed.

I might have taken my Thing a little too far though.

It is Kayla's third outfit of the day and my second. The first wardrobe change was not my fault. Two words: explosive poop. I will leave it at that. (Three posts in a row mentioning poop! I like to keep it classy.)

But while I was eating some peanut butter toast for lunch, I miiiight have dripped melted peanut butter all over her clothes. Parenting fail. It's a very good thing a peanut allergy doesn't run in my family.