Mommy? Are you ironing in there?

Thanks guys! Today will be the big test. We are going to some new friend's for dinner and I am bringing dessert and stuff. I make delicious desserts... I am going to want to eat this dessert... I am going to want to lick the batter from the spoon... But you know what? I don't think I will.
I am realizing how much sugar is hidden in our food! In salad dressings and such. I think I knew, but I never gave it much thought before.

So the other day, hubby and I realized that all the kids were occupied. Baby was sleeping, all 4 of the other's were in the basement playing a video game together and we were amazingly alone. We thought we might take advantage of that time and have some needed Mommy-Daddy time.
Within 5 minutes of locking the door, we heard Girly running up the stairs and then she was pounding on the door. "Mommy?! Daddy? Are you ironing in there?!"

So ironing is our new code word. Isn't parenting fun? I am not sure if we will ever get Mommy-Daddy time again. Apparently everyone has stopped sleeping here. This morning my hubby slipped away while I had 3 kids in my bed. Again. 3 little furnaces surrounding me from all directions.

These child interuptions are habitual around here. One time when I was very pregnant still, and we thought we might move things along, Monkey woke up looking for us. At a very crucial moment. He started to throw his body against the door, screaming for me. So much for my concentration. Dunzo.

{There is a story behind the ironing. A few weeks before this, I was ironing on the floor in the bedroom. I had unplugged the iron and then took Girly to the bathroom. I warned her about the iron and how hot it was and told her to stay out of that room. After I wiped her bottom and I was washing my hands, she slipped out and headed straight for the iron. She plugged it in and started to iron her blanket. By the time I was drying my hands, I heard her cry. She had, of course, touched the iron and burned herself. Now she has a fear of irons. }