what I'll never tell her

It's been a crazy week.  Conor isn't allowed to lift anything or lean over at all for at least 2 weeks because of his eye surgery, so we're making it - but sometimes.... things are a little hectic...
Kyler was the last in the tub the other night and got out himself.  Conor let out the water and I got the kids ready for bed.
The next day (yesterday) I asked Darby to clean the bath toys out of the tub so I could clean it.
"The tub is dirty mom!  I don't want to touch them."
Now I should pause here to say that 3 children bathe in that tub and it needs to be wiped down every. single. night. These kids play hard and they get dirty. 
We pulled Darby aside and reminded her about the story of Jesus washing the disciples' feet and asked her to practice being a servant.  Sometimes serving others means getting a little dirty.  The sweet girl went back and enthusiastically cleaned up the bath toys.
But, when I went in to wipe down the tub I did not find the layer of sand I normally do...no...


it was poop. Disgusting.  And I made her clean up the dirty poop-germ covered bath toys.  Since Conor can't lean over and he supervised Ky getting out of the tub and let out the water, he didn't even look in the tub.
The bath toys are now soaking in bleach.  And Darby, if you read this one day, I'm truly sorry . . .

In other news, Carson is trying to walk.  Like turning away from the couch and taking 5 steps before falling.  I'm devastated.
And today 3 different people told me that Ky reminds them of the little boy from Jerry Maguire (sp?) Kyler also had an eye appointment today where they confirmed that he can be off drops (hooray!) and he let them check his pressures with the tonopen, (the tool I hate) I have an update on glaucoma tools I'll have to post later.  It's good news.

No pictures today.  When Conor can help with the kids, I'll pick up my camera again.  Until then I need both my hands. :)