Diarhea, cha cha cha

While the rutherford twins are looking oh-so-sweet with their "duckie" Easter outfits...let me tell you what they are really up to:

Tonight (Sunday) we had a we want to look at your house between 4 and 6 PM.  I think, no problem, birthday party at 4, play in the park until 6, come home and off to bed.  Cake.

5:30 PM. Mercer Anne has eaten no less than 10 pieces of chocolate "gold" from the birthday party.  Woodson has decided he does not like birthday parties and would rather play with the balloons than with other children.  Richard and I decide it is time to go.

5:34 PM.  Realtor calls.  The people are running late.  What time is too late?

Me:  What time is too late?  Really?  Must you ask?  We have 21 month old twins.  We have vacated our house for 2 hours already....(that was to myself)  To the realtor:  No problem!  Of course they can come late, we will just take the twins to Mexican for dinner.

5:50: Vallarta's.  1-stiff margarita for mom; 1 32 oz beer for dad.  2 milks and some chicken fingers for children.

6:30:  Children are DONE.  And I mean DONE.  We must leave Vallarta for fear of getting thrown out.

6:45:  Drive by house.  Appears no one has been inside.  Turn on movie CARS for children in hopes we can buy 15 more minutes.

7PM:  I dont care. We are going inside.

705:  bathtime.  dun, dun, dun!!!!  Mercer Anne takes this opportunity to pee on the floor.
7:06:  All safely bathing.  Mom cleans floor.

7:08: Woodson does the D word deed. GROSS.  EVERYONE OUT of the tub.
7:09:  Mom is inspired to finish bathtime in sink while tub drains.  Mom lines children up in kitchen.
7:10:  Woodson does it again. On the floor in the kitchen.  This is payback from the party.  Cake and applejuice=upset tummy.
7:11:  Diaper on Woodson. Mom tries to finish bathing MA in sink.  She is hysterical.
7:15:  Mom gives up and decides dirty babies are ok.