Hot Sauce

There's never a dull moment.  I am trying to get a bunch of scouting stuff together this morning and of course my kids can't stay out of trouble.  Holland was helping herself to hamburger buns and other food from the fridge and I didn't worry too much about it.  A little while later I hear Brooklyn screaming.  This is a fairly normal scream for when she doesn't get what she wants. I look over and she has a cap in her hand. Huh.  I try and finish up something and expect her to settle down but she continues her plea.  Finally, I get up to assess the situation.  I take the cap from her and look inside to see if some prongs poked her or something.  Ohhh.  On the inside of the lid there was a green slime caked on the edges.  What is ..... oh no.  I look over and see Jaret's hot sauce next to Holland.  She had gotten that out of the fridge and Brooklyn had gotten a hold of the lid.  Jaret only puts a few drops of this stuff on his food and so I'm sure Brooklyn must have been dying!  I give her her bottle and she settles down for a few minutes.  I'm sure the burning is relentless and expectantly begins to scream again.  Her scream starts about the same time as Hollands scream.  I look over and hooligan number 1 is rubbing her eyes.  Great.  I pick Holland up and take her to the sink and wipe her eyes thoroughly with a clean, wet washcloth.  After a little scrubbing she seems satisfied.  Fire Mouth is still screaming so I decide to cut up some candy for her to get her mind off the anguish.  Fire Eyes decides she needs to be treated as well and steels from Fire Mouth who is soon screaming because she has no distraction and remembers the pain.  Please help me!

Fire Eyes is also known for getting into other things.  More specifically chocolate, yesterday.  I took the kiddos to THREE different parks yesterday.  I felt like a pretty nice mom, which is rare.  After hours at park number three it's time to go and time to change Brooklyn's seeping diaper.  I hoist Holland into the car and lay Brooklyn on the grass to change her diaper.  Yeah, she didn't like that.  Anyway, I finish up with squirmy worm and look into the Jeep.  Holland is covered in chocolate.  I get Brooklyn into her car seat and head around to the drivers seat only to see that the chocolate is not as important to Holland as makeup.  Instead of keeping the chocolate to herself and only on and in herself, it is all over the console.  Caked and melted.  Thank you Mr. Goodbar for adding to our fun.  What would we do without these fiascoes?

I need to get my scouts done.