The joys of children

Ok so I have my 4 year old in pre-k (thank god) it has saved his life. I have my 2 year old girl who I am potty training (got it all but the poo), and the newborn baby. WOW! Busy life!
Within the last week, Tristan's teacher has come to me to tell me Tristan is surveying the other teachers to see if they also have breast milk in their "boobs". Thanks Tristan. This tops the day he was "pumping" my breast to try to make my milk move faster like "GrandMary do's"...she is a lactation consultant by the way, not just a Grandma that feels my breast for no reason. This was not worse then the day he walked in on me changing my "sanitary napkin" (b.c I just had a baby) then he informs his teacher that mommy pooped her pants. Again, thanks Tristan, it was NOT poop. I guess since we are all women here, and we get on the same cycle, my dog Lucy has also decided now would be a good time to start her period as well. Thanks dumb dog. Tristan also started t-ball this week.....as if my life was not busy enough.
Kate (the 2 yr old)..the one I am potty training, decided it would be fun to color with poop on her wall. So when I explained to her that poo goes in the potty...the next time she poo's I hear a "uh oh" so I run in the bathroom where she has placed her panies in the tolite and says "poo -poo in potty" . Yes honey, that is not exactly what I was thinking though. Good try, but try harder please Kate. And thanks to GrandMary (who we all love so much) the candy she gave her for going potty, makes her poop just that much more pleasant, thanks mom!!
Then Erin, my beautiful newborn who feels like sucking on the breast should be a 24 hour activity. I dont think so babe. I am already letting you eat every 2 hours...instead of 3. Can you cut me a bit of a break and suck my finger a little more? Dont you know I am driving to and from pre-k and tryng to potty train your sister? I am doing the best I can. That is just a update of what has happened in the last week or 2 in my life. Hopefully today when I pick Tristan up from school he wont have a booger the size of a golf ball on his shirt....he told me he kept trying to flick it but it wold not come off, so he just decided to stick it on the bottom of his shirt, it was so big I think it came straight from his brain. Dear god it was so gross. I love you son, I really do. Until tomorrow when I have another new story. Chow.