Hillarious stories with my nieces.. and more to come!!

The past two weeks have been some of the most hillarious of my life. That might be a slight exageration, but funny moments have definately abounded. Allow me to share some with you...

First, some background. I am currently in Orlando helping my sister out with her three kids while her husband is out of town. Rinnie worked 4 days last week and works two this week. So, while she is at work, I chase the three girls and try to keep them sane and from burning the house down. It has been sooo much fun! So, here are some funny moments:

1. On tuesday last week I decided to take the girls to Chick Fil-A to eat dinner and kill some time playing on the playground. After a short lecture in the car about not touching eachother and not picking on eachother, we arrived at the restaurant and commenced operation "make it to the potty before anyone has an accident". As we pulled up Lauren said "Auntie Anna I have to go potty sooo bad", Coriena apparantly did too. So, I rush the kids out of the car, unstrap them, grab thier stuff, and walk accross the street (after waiting for Lauren's urge to pass as she crouched behind the car) "This is what I have to do Auntie Anna... I just have to do this till I feel better". So, very chaotically all four of us rush into chick fil-a, run to the bathroom, and thankfully everyone "made it". The kids get really excited because there is a man there making balloons and talking about playing BINGO. We sit down to eat, and balloon man (as we affectionately called him) came by and made each kid a pretty elaborate balloon. I tried to get the kids to eat dinner, though they were terribly distracted. I have a new found admiration for mothers who take multiple children out of their homes.... its impossible. Inevitably, one kid wants to play on the playground, one wants to play bingo, and the unfortunate third one is currently crouching on the floor about to wet her pants. In the course of dinner we switched tables to be closer to the bingo man (also known as the balloon man), and in this transition unfortunately leave our balloons behind :( Big mistake. When the kids realize they want thier balloons again there are other people sitting at our old table and the balloons have dissapeared. Of course, this does not fly with three little girls. Lauren and Meredith ask for new balloons, and after explaining to the balloon man (also known as bingo man) that they lost them/they popped, he hesitantly made them two more. During this time, Coriena was playing on the playground. Also during this time the family gets up and leaves from our old table, and I rediscover our balloons. I now feel slightly bad for the balloon man who made two extra balloons, but nope, I feel like it is minor. Unfortunately though, Coriena has returned from the playground and has seen that the two other girls got new balloons. I proudly show her the duck that I recovered for her..... but no, i dont even know why I assumed she would be excited. She was not impressed and I felt that I may have a situation on my hands if I didnt let her get in line to get a new balloon. I was very impressed as she stood inline by herself, took a huge step forward as each kid recieved a balloon. Finally, she was at the front. The balloon man (bingo man) said, "Hi little girl, what kid of balloon would you like" Coriena shyly swayed back and forth. Balloon/Bingo man asked who's she was, I raised my hand. He asked "didnt I already make her a balloon". I am not proud of this, but it was necissary. I said "It popped!" . I felt bad, but not too bad. I stuffed Coriena's old balloon in my purse so he wouldnt know I lied, and I started to gather our stuff to leave. As I was gathering however I wondered, "where in the world did I put my keys". I checked my purse, Nope...I checked my table, Nope... I checked my old table, Nope... then I thought, "surely i didnt leave them in the car. Grrrr. Well, Ill just get all the kids strapped in, trapped in the car and I will find my keys. To my horror as we approach the car I realize that it looks like i have left my lights on..... To my ever increasing horror, it looks like I have not only left the lights on, but let the keys in the ignition, and the car running, and the doors unlocked and the windows down. The car is gently rumbling waiting paitently for my return. Oh the horror of it all.
I told Rinnie, she laughed at me :)

2. Yesterday Meredith fell in the toilet.
I was helping her and Coriena brush her teeth and the next thing I know I hear this crash. I am expecting a scream but instead I hear this "oooooh, GROSS". Coriena and I look over in horror as we see Meredith thigh deep in the toilet. Meredith begins laughing, and we do too. I help pull Meredith out of the toilet and wash her off.
Yet another reason to flush the toilet.

3. There is nothing more "reach down into your throat and want to gag" then pulling off pee-filled socks. With most other clothes it is possible to avoid the pee, however pee filled socks are almost like squeezing a sponge full of pee.
Coriena had a potty-training relapse for a day, and even though i was reminding her to pee, she somehow kept not quite making it. One time she insisted that she didnt have to go, then five minutes later I found her, lets spread wide in the bathroom with a puddle at her feet. Unfortunately her clothes were full too. This day Coriena went through four outfits and took two baths :)

More stories to come, but this is a lot of reading for one day. Ill keep you updated on my adventures with my nieces :)