Totally

I totally ate chocolate chip cookies and milk for breakfast.  

Noah did not have school today and Anna did.  So Noah got to go with me to a playdate.  And he totally announced his destination to everyone we saw in Target.  I kept telling him to call it a playgroup (sounds much less baby/girly) but he totally ignored me on that one.  Playdate it was.

At Target, I had to hit the bathroom.  Which means Noah had to come with me.  I must have flushed the toilet with my foot.  I didn't even realize I had done it that way until Noah totally said, "Dat was a cool trick with your foot, Mommy."  I'm cool like that, you know.

On the way home from the playgroup, Noah had to go to the bathroom so bad that I totally had to stop the car on a country road, empty a cup and let the boy fill it up again. 

I am totally serious when I say that Anna came home from MDO today with an Accident Injury Report detailing a crib collapse involving my daughter during a fire drill.  Say what?! Apparently they carted the babies out in the crib.  Multiple babies, rolling along, and the thing falls apart.  Anna totally got pinched in the fall, but she is totally proud of her purple band-aid on the inside of her right elbow.  She has pointed it out to me a total of 3 times now in the last half hour.

In total, Chewie got poked and prodded with sticks, fingers, thermometer, and needles 8 times at the vet today.  Poor thing.  I was totally cringing for him every time.  They drew blood from his NECK for crying out loud.  And it was just plain ungodly how far that stick was pushed inside him to gather a fecal sample.  Totally upsetting.  Chewie was totally cooperative for the vet and tech, but I was totally tense. Poor baby. 

Chewie has totally started living up to his name.  Poor bunny.  Poor Belle.