the rest of the ketsup.

Seriously though... should I keep the ketsup joke?? Either way I still have some catching up to do. And so in a typical Katelyn fashion here is a picture dump from my phone from the last week or so.

Let's jump right in!

We went to the Studio C season 6 premiere and got great seats right on the 50-yard line.

The boys didn't love the tween screaming very much but the bubble soccer game and sketches were pretty funny. And yeah about that tween screaming... it's hilarious! I mean we really like Studio C. Mostly because all of it's members were a part of Divine Comedy during our undergrads so we've been watching them do comedy for years. And one of their best-of shows was our first date. (: Not to mention that Matt was our next door neighbor and he almost ran over me with his truck once. But yeah teenagers nowadays are obsessed.

We've also started sleep training. Or should I say we've completed sleep training?? JK I don't want to jinx anything but Calvin has done an awesome job. He cried it out for maybe an hour tops the first night and cried less by ten minutes intervals for a few nights... and now he either fusses for a few minutes or goes right to sleep! I'm so proud of him! We didn't know he'd do this well so last week we took our neighbors giant cookies and ear plugs to sweeten them up before Calvin potentially kept them up in the middle of the night.

Last week we also got to meat Daniel Tiger!! (Insert more tween screaming.) Peter only got a tiny bit nervous when it was our turn to take a picture with him. Good job Peter!

These two love tummy time... bunch o' weirdos.

GOTHE was this weekend! SOO much stuff for SOO many people! I love being a part of this event. We walked away with some clothes for the boys and a nice fully loaded pack'n'play. Initially I felt guilty taking it because we already have one but ours is so old and gross... but I'm glad I did because when I brought our old one back to donate it the first girl in line was so excited to see that there was going to be a pack'n'play inside! And heaven knows the nice one was going to be gone before she made it in there for general student shopping. I'm glad I could help her out. (: 

Lastly... last night was the MBAA opening social. These parties are also fully loaded. Catered food, face painters, balloon artists (?), and tons of games and treats.

My inner child jumps right out of me anytime there is face painting going on within ten miles. I don't know why I like it so much... I think this stemmed from all those times at amusements parks and state fairs, etc. when I would beg my parents for one... oh wait, this is the churro story from my last post. You get the point haha. Anyway... I asked the painter lady what kind of designs and such she did and she listed off some fun animals and flowery things then mentioned that she is practicing her tribal warrior patterns. So of course I was like, "Go for it!" She warned me that I'd look like Mike Tyson...

... and she wasn't kidding! Haha! Once she finished she asked if I wanted glitter on top to which I obviously said,

"Absolutely."

potty training, an extensive how-to by a complete expert.

Yep, that's me! The complete expert on the subject of potty training. 'Cause like, it's child's play, people.

Mahaha.

Who is a complete expert on potty training?? I mean like... I guess there are people out there that you can hire to potty train your child for an unheard of amount of money (I may or may not have looked into it) and I'm sure there are tons of books on how to potty train. There's for sure enough children's books on using the potty. But realistically... 99.99% of people in this world are not potty training experts. And that most definitely includes your 2.5 year old son that is currently peeing on the carpet for the 7th time in 3 minutes. Just standing there. Peeing. Maybe saying "uh-oh" to give you a hint as to what is going on as you clean up messes #5 and #6 in the other room.

So since there are only 0.01% people (maybe) in this world that are potty training experts I am taking it upon myself to share my very priceless limited knowledge experience on the topic to hopefully benefit some just as clueless mom or dad out there with intentions to train a 2-3 year old human being how to stop filling their diaper and do their duties on a toilet. A great feat.

Grain of salt, people. Just throwing that out there.

Here we go...

How to potty train:

Step #1- make a plan

Where is your toddler going to do the deed? When are you going to start? Have you mentally prepared yourself (important haha)? 

We started by getting a hold of a little toilet for our toddler's little bum. You never quite totally understand how little your toddler's bum is and how big your bum is until you sit said toddler's bum on a normal toilet. And they fall right in! Getting a tiny potty to potty train is pretty dang essential... unless of course you want to hold your child over the toilet for hours on end and count it as your workout for the day. I didn't want to. Plus strength training just isn't my favorite. Anyhow... we picked up a Lightning McQueen potty seat from GOTHE (gifts of the heart exchange) a few months back and it worked splendidly. Not just because Peter loves all things cars (including Cars) but because it was nice and tiny and low to the ground... something all toddlers are already very familiar with.

As for age? Peter was a month short of 2 1/2 when we got started. Basically we knew that we wanted to do it before the baby came but after Christmas break as to limit the messes Peter would make at grandma and grandpa's house.

Getting mentally prepared was something we didn't do. I mean we just figured it'd be hard and when it wasn't extremely terrible we were happy. 

Step #2- check out and start reading every single potty training children's book from the library

Prepare yourself, this could end up being 40 books. All about peepee and poopoo. A topic that can get old pretty quickly. You'll read about and look at pictures of zoo animals pooping, Calliou filling his toilet, firefighters using the john, and little princes wetting their pants. And when you start training you'll do this about 174 times in one hour just to get your little guy or gal to leave something in the potty. Just expect this process to be incredibly painful and it won't seem so bad. A lot of time sitting on the floor next to the potty reading stories and providing lots of encouragement. Heck, you can even add all of the books to your Good Reads "read" list to boost your numbers.

Step #3- come up with some sort of incentive for using aforementioned potty

We made up a simple little peepee and pooppoop chart and took Peter out to pick out stickers and a treat if he did use his potty. Not surprisingly he chose an assortment of car and ball stickers. As for a treat he picked m's (M&Ms). For every 100% successful peepee he got a sticker and 1 M&M and for every 100% successful pooppoop he got a sticker and 5 M&Ms. Lucky kid, no? He caught on pretty quickly to the reward system and at one point pulled off pooping twice in 5 minutes... resulting in 10 m's. He stashed those away and very quickly went for a third poop but wasn't able to pull it off. Or I guess... push it out. Smart kid, but no dice.

For the first little while he wanted to hold the jars every time he sat down... and he wanted to sit there for a long, long time. So we just made it a party and threw Cars in the DVD player to top things off. Hey, you can only read potty books for so long.

After day one Peter had pulled off earning four whole stickers. Granted he sat on the potty for a total of about 12 hours. Something you should never be doing unless you are potty training or incredibly loosy goosy down there. Or maybe super pregnant with a bouncy fetus... those potty breaks add up fast.

Peter's first big boy pooppoop. We were all quite pumped. (:

Step #4- introduce the system (WARNING: toddler nudity)

Now that you have a potty and an incentive you are ready to start potting training! We found that putting the potty in the living room on a towel (with another towel acting as a runway coming out the front if you're working with a Mr.) worked the best with our little man. We let him run around in just a t-shirt for probably the first 4ish days. Why? 'Cause lots of people online said it helped the process along significantly. I don't know why it works but it helped Peter better understand when he was going peepee or pooppoop. He had quite a few #1 accidents and we very quickly learned that we needed to buy some carpet cleaner. He only had one #2 accident though which was awesome. Anyhow... introducing the system... this seriously was the hardest part for me because I didn't know how to explain to him that he needed to use the potty instead of a diaper. But we learned that it just takes time. Time running around in the nude, watching yourself wet yourself, and getting familiar with what that feels like. Once they catch on they (hopefully) take business to the pot and stop soaking'n'soiling the carpet.

Step #5- don't forget your patience pills and pick out some underpants

After letting Peter run around half naked/pee everywhere for a few days we took him to the Walmart and let him pick out some underpants. Todd strategically stood in front of the over priced Cars pack and Peter picked out a pack with rawr-rawrs and 'YU (dinosaurs and BYU blue) prints. We were very proud to say the least. (:

Here he is picking out his first pair nice and early the next morning. He went with the royal 'YU ones.

Step #6- say goodbye-ish to your life for another week

There are lots of messes but there's also lots of success! We did our best to praise Peter as much as we could muster every time he successfully used the potty. And when daddy came home from campus we told him all about how well Peter did so daddy could show how proud he was too. Lots of positive feedback for our little guy went a long way. He also likes m's a lot haha.

Before you know it, your little one will be wearing pants again, you'll be able to move the potty into the bathroom, and things will start feeling normal again.

It has now been a little over a month, Peter's stickers and m's are almost gone, and he only has an accident or two a week! He knows when he has to go and let's us know usually with 15 seconds until blast off. (: He's even great at leaving the house for long periods of time and using big potties at the church, library, friend's houses, etc. He still wears diapers when he naps and goes to bed but our last pack of size 4's are running low and he's slowly but surely getting better at waking up to potty. Ya sometimes it's an hour after bedtime or an hour before wake up time but oh well, who needs sleep?

The current status of his sticker and M&M jars... running low and he totally forgets 90% of the time for ask for them after using the potty. Don't worry, you'll get there... in like a month. You can do it!

Yay Peter!

Extra tips and tricks that worked for us...

• Make sure your toddler uses the potty before helping with the dishes... their little hands in that warm water will make them wet their pants fast than you can say #quithittingyourself.

• Before you leave the house explain that wherever you are going has some big potties too... then when you get there show them where the potty is.

Well that's all I've got. I hope your potty training endeavors are successful, painless, and not any messier than they have to be.

I just really like cake, okay!

It's confession time.

I am a devote cake eater.

Mmm! I just love it so much!

Really I am a pretty loyal treat eater in general. Like I eat too many treats, simple as that. Some days I even have multiple treats. I know I know... "But Katelyn, you studied Exercise & Wellness and Nutrition! How can you not have some self control woman?" Well... I don't know... maybe because my brain studied those things... not my taste buds. Maybe? Haha lame reason. Totally lame. Truth is I actually eat quite healthy otherwise, so having a treat every night isn't as bad as it could be. Heck, I could be havin' a glass of hydrogenated oil with my pound of bacon sprinkled donuts for breakfast and lickin' the grills clean at McDonald's for lunch every day! But I don't... therefore I feel okay about eating cake.

So again I say... I just love it so much!

And why shouldn't I?? It's delicious!

Here comes the true confession.

You see... last night Todd made me [I like to pretend that he made it ALL for me] a chocolate sheet cake. It was one of those tasty put-the-frosting-on-while-it's-still-hot sheet cakes. Once the cake had cooled off on the cooling rack... in the dining room... under the fan [just to speed things up haha] we finally got to eat some of it. Now, when it comes to eating treats at our house I try to let Todd serve up first. That way I can see how big of a piece he gets. If I go first and take a big piece I just plain look like a chubber. But if I wait for Todd and his slender self to take a big piece first then I don't feel so lumpy about taking a big piece too. Haha am I the only one that does this?? I hope not... cause it's an awesome strategy!

So. Tonight we served up some more cake, got our glasses of milk, and enjoyed some quite cake-eating time. Todd finished his just before I did and due to biking home from work/sanding wood for our table he saw great need to shower his bodice. Hmm. I feel like bodice is a female exclusive word. Haha anyway. Before going to wash up he put his plate in the sink and I let out [in?] a big ol' sigh of relief in my mind that he didn't take my plate too... because um hello I was going to eat more cake! Aaaaand then of course he didn't surprise me [because he's very thoughtful] and he came back to take my plate to the no-more-cake-for-Katelyn stainless steel prison of sogginess. Bahh!

In my head I'm all like acting out a hostage situation.... "STOP!!! I WANT MORE CAKE!! Please! ahh don't rinse the plate! I can still use it if you don't get it all wet!! Please!"

On the outside I just smiled and said thank you.

Then Todd walked down the hall into the bathroom and did his cleaning up duties.

And what do I do? I wait for the shower to turn on and I hop up to check if my plate was wet, of course!

But let's be real, Todd was in the shower... I didn't need a plate! Pshhh plates are for people with manners and cake-eating self control.

And yep, I ate another piece of cake. Straight out of the pan. While Todd was in the shower. It was delicious. He hasn't noticed yet... but he's going to read this and be all like... "Hey!"

the end.

our maple syrup flowers.

What is the deal with everything we own smelling like a variety of maple flavored substances?? Seriously, first the couch... now the flowers? Haha I kid you not, I bought flowers last week that smell like maple syrup.  Here's the rundown....

For roughly three summers now I have bought, potted, and kind of watered a variety of tomato plants and flowers. The first year when Mr. H. and I were dating I planted these guys, the second year I was late (something about taking finals and getting married and moving...) and picked up a cherry tomato plant that actually did pretty well considering it had turned brown and was planted in a bucket, and last year I did a superb job of killing some big boys... or whatever they're called. Every year Todd has to remind me that tomatoes need a lot of watering... because they are full of water! Aaaaand every year I neglect the poor things and let them die a slow, dehydrated death. We also determined that the pots and buckets I was using to house these plants were way too small and subsequently contributing to their premature deaths. Luckily we shop at Costco now... and everyone knows that everything is bigger at Costco, including pots. (: Sooooo we bought one! And now it is ever-so-kindly allowing my roma tomato plant to stretch out and grow to it's fullest potential... as long as I water it, of course. Good thing it's been raining for like a hundred years out here!

Sooo, phew, my point is I now have an empty pot that my romas used to be in and I can't just leave an empty pot out on my deck! I have to fill it with something! Dirt, candy, ice cream, chicken wings, something! So after a restless and rainy day with the Peter-child we headed over to our little village's little-er greenhouse to peruse their selection. The lady there was so friendly and helped me pick out some fun starshine blue laurentias.

I almost bought probably five other plants, especially since she keeps them so healthy and pretty and tempting... but alas I only have one pot. We might need to make another Costco run. Anyway haha once we picked up some soil and re-potted the romas we ran into a little dead end called "there-is-no-more-soil-in-the-bag-oops" so we just put the laurentias on the breakfast bar until we could get some more dirt and "worm works." (a story for another day) 

Later on that night is when I started smelling things... I was doing some dishes and got a whiff of maple syrup. We hadn't eaten anything with syrup that day... but the windows were open and the ceiling fan was crankin' so maybe one of our many neighbors was serving up some late breakfast for dinner?? Maybe someone is outside tapping one of the trees of it's sweet syrupy juices?? There it is again... another whiff of yummy, warm, sweet, maple syrup. Then it hit me... these aren't laurentias! These are... maplesyrupy... -entias? What?? Why does my nose think everything smells like maple-ness? Have I had maple syrup stuck up my nose for months now? Okay seriously! Todd smelled the flowers though and he agreed, the laurentias smelled like maple syrup. How goofy is that?? Really goofy, ya? 

So there you have it... the scent of maple has entered our home again... and again in the strangest way.

They are no longer inhabiting the breakfast bar though... we picked up some more potting soil and vermicompost yesterday so our maple syrup flowers are now on the porch, sharing their yummy smells with the world.

Oh and I'm pretty sure breakfast and hot maple syrup is on the menu tonight. (:

the line-up: begonias, laurentias, romas

a day in the life of a nine-month old. by, Peter

Can you believe it, guys?? I'm already 9 months old! It feels like just yesterday I was swooshing around inside my momma's belly practicing my kickboxing with her floating ribs. Those were the days...

These days are pretty fun too though... not as much kick boxing unfortunately although you'd think I was a great fighter from all of the goose eggs on my head from falling over. I kind of keep forgetting that I can't walk. Anway... since my mom doesn't do an awesome job at journaling about my life I thought I would do her a favor and document some of the fun day-to-day adventures that we've been having.

Ah-hem.

Today was especially adventurous... and not because I blew out my diaper, that's for babies... because I had my 9-month check up with Dr. Hahn! The nurse said he was very excited to see how I've grown. Obviously after hearing that I just had to put on a show and do all of my tricks. You know... crawling, jabbering, pulling myself up onto stuff, jumping, trying to eat his doctor tools... he was so impressed. I betcha I'm his favorite of his favorites. Hmmm, yeah probably. No... definitely.

Oh heavens I am getting ahead of myself... I completely skipped like 3 hours of my day! 

Okay let's start from the beginning...

5:30am-- This is when I wake up from the grumblies in my tummy. It usually takes a while for my mom to come feed me so I kind of just stand there and call for her until she shows up. You see she put a fan in her and daddy's room because it's starting to get hot so she can't hear me as well... I wonder if she did that on purpose... anyway, after a little snack I go back to bed. Unless I find out dad is up getting ready for work... then I get really excited and squawk all morning until he comes and plays with me. We have fun. Mom puts in ear plugs. 

7:00am-- Now I'm really ready to get up for the day... that is if I didn't find out about dad being up, of course. Mom feeds me a hearty breakfast of oatmeal and an entire banana and usually I go straight to work! Today though, as I mentioned, was special and I got to run some errands with the boss. That's what I call mom in my head, boss or ma'am or even momma if I'm feeling extra nice and want a graham cracker. Oh bless the soul who invented graham crackers!

9:00am-- This is me pre-errands. Mom put me down for my morning nap and thought it would be funny to snap some pictures of my goofy sleeping position. She says I get it from my dad... 

(Katelyn here... he most definitely does get it from his dad. Todd is a pretty goofy sleeper. I can't even effectively describe how goofy of a sleeper he is sometimes. Just trust me, it's goof-to-the-ee.)

10:15am-- And here we are... I woke up pretty happy from my first nap though I am starting to get sick of this whole car seat thing. I wonder how loud I need to screech and how arched my back needs to be for my mom to understand that I don't want to be buckled in. Or maybe she'll just forget again like that one time... don't tell anyone, I had a lot of fun!

10:30am-- I forgot to have my mom take a picture of me at my appointment... I wasn't wearing clothes anyway so it's probably a good thing. I'm a little self conscious about my knee rolls and elbow dimples... guh, I just can't kick the banana habit, they're so good!! The good news it I weigh 20 lbs and I am 28 1/3 inches long! My head is big too but the hair probably altered that measurement by a few feet.

11:30am-- Here I am at Aldi, all 20 lbs of me. Aldi is the best grocery store around! Mostly because they sell food to my mom... and when they sell food to my mom she uses it to feed me. 

1:00pm-- For example... she feeds me at lunch time! I love lunch time!! This is me rocking out with my "whole wheat and vegetables." I probably eat as much food as my mom does in a day. Nom nom nom.

What? Is... there something on my face??

Bahha! Just kidding, of course there is... I was kinda going for a Nacho stache today. How'd I do?? You love it? Is it... the best??

I should also mention that I have a part time job from roughly 7-9am, 10:30am-12pm, 1-3pm, and 4-7pm. To keep things simple and in terms you'll understand I'll put it like this... see that bottom book shelf? It's my duty to keep it clear of any toys, books, baskets, binkies, bugs, dust bunnies, or anything of the sort at all costs. If anything, and I mean anything, comes as close as a mile to that bottom shelf I could get fired. It's a pretty good paying job for how hard it is... and the benefits are nice. Two cheerios per hour and the boss houses/feeds me. No complaints here.

This is me trying to dispose of the brown bin that keeps trying to get me a pink slip.

It's a little wobbly though so I sorta got tricked into using it to stand up.

Gah!

Bin!!!!! (in Kahn voice) I'll get you next time... you can count. on. that!

5:30pm-- After a rough day at work (and a delicious dinner fully equipped with applesauce and rice cereal) we like go on a walk to the park, especially if dad is on a trip. It rained on and off this morning so everything was still a little wet... but the sun was out! Horah!

Check out my sweet triceratops ride... you like that pose I hit right there? Yeah some ladies were walking their dogs so I was kind of trying to ya know... well you know... keep it cool.

Then mom put me at the top of the baby slide. Well I'll tell you what, that thing is not for babies!

Wait, I have to do what? No way, man.

As you can tell, I prefer the park bench. Oh yeah, this is when I filled my diaper beyond capacity too. Sorry mom! When you gotta go, you gotta go!

6:15pm-- Mom brought me home, cleaned me up, and put me in my sweet roller blade pjs. Here I am practicing a nightly ritual where I knock on the window at passers by and then duck down on my bum when they look up to see who is knocking at them. It's hilarious, I've never been caught either!

Oh yeah... I'm a little ashamed about this one. You know how I like to eat?? Well the boss decided to make a shredded pork salad for dinner and I kind of wanted some. So I begged a little, so what? She didn't give me any anyway but I'm cracking her, slowing but surely. She started sharing her yogurt with me at breakfast so we're getting there. Before you know it I'll be eating ALL of her food!! Wahh hahaha!

6:45pm-- Oh story time, I don't totally understand what you're all about. Mom opens up these "book" things and points at stuff and makes goofy noises then puts me to bed. Not totally sure why the books are a bedtime pre-rec but oh well... I get some extra cuddles in so it's worth it.

And there you have it... that's more or less what my days are like. Wake-up, diaper change, play, eat, play, eat, sleep, repeat. 

This is the life!

-Peter

Mom, seriously, get that camera out of my face.

a funny story about a little bomb.

It's true... it's a funny story about a little bomb that went off in our kitchen last night. It's also a short story. Maybe I'll write a book full of funny stories about bombs going off in kitchens. It could be like a montage from America's Funniest Home Videos but in story book form. Haha I love that show.

Here is how it went...

Yesterday was a typical Saturday. Well kinda. It was a little more relaxing than usual (until the bomb of course) which was wonderful considering Peter and I spent all of Friday flying across the country. We were definitely in need of a recovery day. So the day began with a 7 mile run (not so typical, actually) past the lake and through the farm land north of our little village. After missing my turn, running out into the middle of no where, getting chased down by a dog, and making some biker friends... Todd came and found me and we got cleaned up so we could run some errands. Nothing too fancy... just groceries and some new shnazzy Saucony's as my mother's day gift. (Thanks Todd! xoxo)

Once we got home and threw some dinner together we decided that we would fix up our bikes before it got dark. With Peter down for bed we headed down to the garage and got to work. And when I say we got to work I really mean Todd got to work. He's just so much better at that kind of stuff. You know... taking things apart, fixing things, problem solving. So... I let him do his thing and I went upstairs to do the dishes and make some pan cookies. This is where the funny story really begins.

You see, anytime Todd makes cookies he always gives me a little handful of chocolate chips to snack on while the cookies are baking. This all started when I was pregnant and couldn't have the batter because of the raw eggs therein. Instead Todd would lick out the bowl and I would get like 6 chocolate chips haha. 

So... I finished up the dishes and threw the pan cookie in the oven to get all cooked up. I considered going all the way down to the garage to give Todd some chocolate chips but I had already put the big old Costco bag away and opted not too. I know, I'm not as nice as Todd is... he would have brought me some.

I set the timer and went to sit on the couch when I got a phone call from Todd... dun dun dun! 

"Hey, do you want to come down and see how I attached the trailer to your bike?"

"Yeah, I'll be there in a sec. Love you."

Click.

(are you feeling the suspense yet?? cause I am just typing this and I already know what happens!!!)

I slipped on my sandals and thought something along the lines of, "I really should take Todd some chocolate chips cause he's awesome and fixing my bike and I'm going down there anyway..." So I pulled the bag out of the freezer (yes I freeze our chocolate chips, it's so humid here, they would melt anywhere else!) and grabbed a handful to share with Todd in the garage. In an attempt to keep the delicious chocolate chips from melting in my hand I set the bag next to the microwave, snatched my keys, and headed downstairs. I made a mistake before I left however... 

(more suspense!!)

I forgot to check the timer before I left... dun dun dun!

(suspennnnnnsssse!)

Todd was happy to see that I had chocolate chips... one, because he got to eat them and two, because he knew that meant there was an even yummier treat upstairs in the oven.

He showed me how to attach the bike trailer ($10 bucks at a garage sale, baby) and I took it for a spin up and down the road. Oh how I missed that bike. It had been over a year since I had taken her for a spin. Apparently you're not supposed to bike when you're preggers. Something about tipping over and falling off and going into labor too early... 

Anyway, Todd hopped on his bike and casually rode around as well, meanwhile our cookies were in the oven... baking away.

(I know what you're thinking... get back inside!!! the cookies are going to burn! Save the baby!)

Upon satisfaction we put our bikes away and headed upstairs to eat the delicious cookies and watch a movie.

We got to the door, Todd pulled out his keys, unlocked the door, turned the knob, pushed open the door... and..... 

(suh-suh-suh-spense!)

...smoke did not come billowing out into the hallway. You thought I burned the cookies, didn't you! I didn't, matter of fact they turned out perfectly. Peter was crying however... hmm...

(the suspense is back!)

So yeah we walked inside and Todd headed down to our room and made a dead stop in front of the kitchen. His eyes wide. Face white. 

"Oh... my... gosh..." He said in the slowest most dramatic voice I've ever heard come out of his mouth.

Having already heard my baby crying my heart stopped and dropped straight down to my recently painted muddy rose toes. I ran over to look into the kitchen and to my horror this is what I saw....

A bomb had gone off... a chocolate chip atomic bomb littered all over our kitchen floor.

"That's why he's crying, he knows there is 5 pounds of chocolate chips dumped on the kitchen floor." Todd said and he turned and went to our room, emotionless.

I had forgotten to zip up the giant bag of chocolate chips on my way out the door and they dumped. They dumped big time. Bummer. But not "Oh... my... gosh..." bummer! Come on! I thought there was like a cobra and a hawk wrestling over the last slice of pizza on our kitchen floor! Not so. 

I caught my breath, slowed down my heart rate, and swept up the delicious chocolatey mess. 

Now, you have to understand something. This isn't abnormal at our house (the chocolate chip part, not the cobra vs. hawk part). As my dear roommate, Marie (yep, maple sausage Marie) once told Todd, "You'll never be bored a day in your life." 

This statement has been proven multiple times, especially in the last month. Instances to demonstrate this statement include overflowing the kitchen sink, putting a hole in the wall and the front door at the same time, dumping and smearing chocolate cake on the same spot on the same door two weeks later, and of course, the chocolate chip atomic bomb incident. Another whole montage in itself! I really need to get on that show... So yeah, I'm just really good at making myself "look like some kind of mental person!!" (two minutes in)

Anyway. All is well. Only some permanent damage was done haha. Life goes on. We all get a good laugh. My brain keeps decaying. Whatever. I'll survive. 

Until the next derpy incident, thank you for joining us on... Days of Katelyn's Life, the Insanity Years.

post sweep job, yeah it was a lot.