Have you ever____________?

had a day when you felt like you were doing a good job as a mother? You know the "picture perfect day" described in all of the parenting books that you read while you were pregnant and promptly donated or put on a shelf once you had children because you quickly realized that your child had a mind and schedule of their own. That is how my day started. PERFECT and PRODUCTIVE two words not easily joined in a sentence from a working mom with two small children. The children and I all played together on the floor and one of us was able to share without crying. We played princesses, but Mickey had the opportunity to use his colored rings to make hula hoops for the princesses. We went to the library, Tori has her OWN library card, and she is THRILLED she shows everyone...just ask her. We read tons of books. Ate at the (hold your breath) CANNON CENTER. It was moderately enjoyable mainly because our good friends Seth and Roxana joined us. I helped Tori make a wonderful lemon cake for FHE. Ok so you get the point it was a good day and I managed to even work while doing all of these activities. Well my day came to a crashing halt. Michael woke up from his nap so I quickly took him out of his crib and carried him outside we needed to pick Daddy up from work. I figured when I came home I would change his diaper in 10 minutes. So I place Michael in the car seat and thanks to Tori's excellent preception she says "I see his little penis" (I have no idea why she chose to use the word little, but he will be mortified when he gets older). I quickly realize that he is not wearing a diaper. Luckily I have diapers in every storage spot possible in the car, pull out a diaper put it on him and dash off to pick up Jared. While driving to his job I realize that my shirt is all wet. Yup you guessed it Michael peed all over me, and when I came home I realized that he did the same to himself. To make a LONG story shorter when I returned home I found his diaper in his crib he had taken it OFF. Since it was warm today he was wearing his tee shirt and diaper. I assume he did not like the diaper. So I am scratching my head wondering how did my infant son who is 9 months old figure out how to take off his diaper. You see my perfect day ended once he peed on me. At least he is cute and keeps me humble.

Life in the Parrotti house is busy, but we like it like that. We have had several friends from NY visit us recently and that has made me VERY homesick. There are times when I like Utah and want to stay, but everytime I talk to a good friend (many of whom have been friends for 15-20 years or longer) I realize that I do miss them a ton. Utah has been a good experience for us, and we have grown together as a couple. We just try to focus on our blessings and less on the things that we miss.