A day in the life...

Where do I start? While getting ready for a visit to the baby doctor, the kids went out in the garage. Somehow Kyle's finger got smashed in the weight bench (under the seat, not the weights). It pinched his finger really bad and I put some ice on it and sat with him until he had calmed down enough for me to finish getting ready. Then we went to the doctors office, where a half hour wait seemed 3 times that long due to the fact that Tyler was yelling to get out of the stroller, and Karissa and Kyle were crying that this was the worst day of their lives. (Kyle because his finger hurt and Karissa because she felt guilty for her part in hurting Kyle's finger, even though it was an accident).

Later, while putting away Tyler's laundry in the boys room, I find a skid mark (yes, it's poop) on Kyle's carpet. Did I mention that the carpet cleaners were here YESTERDAY? So, I busted Kyle, and he cried again, and then cleaned it up. As I was leaving Kyle's room, Tyler got tired of the tea cup he was holding, and threw it down on the tile where it shattered all over the floor.

Tyler had a snack at the table later, and I left the room. I was called back by him yelling, "MOM! MOM! MOM!!" It sounded serious, so I went in to check. At first glance, nothing looked wrong. But as I got up closer, I could see that he had dumped a bunch of pepper on the table, and somehow gotten it on the tortilla he was eating. Pepper was all over his hands and mouth.
Other than that there were just a few more emotional outbursts (the kids, not me), missing a Presidency meeting (that one was me), and some quiet afternoon time with Karissa and Kyle while Tyler layed in his crib and played while he was supposed to be napping.