Sooooo when the twins were about 18 months old, I was doing laundry( imagine that? lol) and they were playing in the play room. Such little angels they were in their footy jammies and hair all a mess! I walked by the door with a basket of laundry and said "howdy" and they rattled of something in their famous twin language and smiled at me...such precious babies. I walked to the back of the house and put away the laundry...4 mins tops!!! I come back and look in to say hello again and.....they are not there. PANIC...I called for them looked upstairs all over the house having a major melt down by this point...doorbell...ahhhhh....I open the door to find the elderly minister from our church with a girl in each arm. So long story short...my girls had climbed 2 baby gates, opened a heavy solid wood door, a heavy glass screen door, and run across an acre of yard to the old folks center behind the house in under 5 minutes! Praise the Lord the minister loved little ones and recognized these flame red headed jail birds who had flown the coop! Later a friend who works with my mom said...I saw the funniest thing when I was driving by your house today...the girls were running outside in their footy jammies, dragging there blankies behind them...I guess Angela(me) was letting them have pj day!!! Ohhh if he had only known...definately lost my award that day!~ lol

When Austin was little, he had a habit of screaming "no". A brilliant friend of mine suggested that I dab one drop of tobasco sauce on his tongue. Being young and stupid, I tried it out. So, if you have a toddler that likes to scream "no" wouldn't you assume a struggle when trying to pull this off? You'd think. Well, I had my tobasco sauce ready to go...when the kid yelled "no", I was all over him. Turns out, his struggle threw off my aim by about 3 inches and I placed it "directly" into his eye. Awesome moty moment. Need-less-to-say, he never screamed "no" again and my tobasco sauce went back into the kitchen where it belonged. I actually have more stories but I don't want CPS at my door so I'll stop here.

My LATEST MOTY loss actually involves an Earth Monkeys' product. You know how I love my porta-pad....
I was on a flight with my toddler and 7 month old. I went into the little tiny airplane bathroom to change the baby. There was NO changing table/station/ledge in there. There was ONLY a toilet. So, thankfully, my rock-on porta-pad covered the toilet and I was able to lay her down and have somewhere clean to change her.
I was feeling pretty happy with myself as I went back to the seat. By being prepared, I was able to save my baby from the serious NASTINESS of the airplane toilet seat.
We sat down and I checked in with my toddler to see how he was doing while we were gone. I got involved with talking to him and didn't notice that the baby was SUCKING and CHEWING on the porta-pad that had JUST been on the airplane toilet.

Sigh.....can't win 'em all!

We were at a birthday party a friend's house. Not just the kiddo kind, but the one where all of the extended family members of the birthday child are invited. Everyone was sitting around in the back yard, grandmas, uncles, aunts, etc. My 7-year-old son was running crazy-like as fast as he could from the backyard toward the house. He ran up on the porch and slammed full throttle into the slinding glass door. He actually bounced off the glass and was dazed laying on the ground. I started laughing so hard and could not stop. The other party guests were looking at me and my husband was whispering for me to quit laughing. Impossible. He ended up being fine, but the image in my mind still makes me laugh out loud to this day. I lost my M.O.T.Y. with an audience:)

I have had a cold for 3 weeks now and the other night i was soo sick and tired when my 2 and 5 yr olds decided to have an all out WWIII for like 3 hrs. Hitting, bitting, punching, yeeling, kicking and so on. I tried to stop it for about 5 min then decided to just let'em carry on. So everytime there was a "MOOOOMMMM he hit me!" I was like "so what do you want me to do about it?" buh-by MOTY.

OK, so I have lost my MOTY many times but one stands out to me more than the rest.

My youngest is 5, and he potty-trained late (as typical for kiddos on the spectrum). He went through a phase where he needed to strip down completely nekkid to use the restroom. We were in the middle of doing a floor puzzle, when he said that he needed to use the restroom (in not so graceful terms). I helped him get settled in, buck-naked of course, and went into our home office to check my email.

Now, I must preface this by saying that P would not get off the toilet without assistance, so at this point I thought he would be in there until I helped him out. I hear some male voices, and think, "Hmmmm...that's weird that the hubby is home so early" and headed out to check and see. There I find my youngest monkey, totally nudie, standing in the open front door. I look out to see two FREAKED OUT young mormon missionaries high-tailing it across my front lawn.

I call out, "OH! Sorry!!" to their backs. They turn around and see me standing next to the naked boy and stumble out, "OH! Hi!! Do you need any help with anything?". I look down at P and tell them, "No, we're good, thanks!" and they turn and practically run down the street.

My 8 year old walks into the living room and tells me, "Yeah mom, P answered the door, tried to hand them toilet paper, and told them to come in and help him finish the dinosaur puzzle. I don't think they liked it."

I think that their may be a warning out for our house, because ever since that day, no one from ANY church has stopped by our place . ;)

Oh my goodness! I just have to say thank you for sharing....I am laughing so hard I have tears in my eyes...because all of these things have happened at one point in my house and I love knowing I am a not alone with throwing my MOTY out the window on the regular basis.