yes, and I am lucky to say this is a typical day for me.
First, a new hair-do.
I awoke to my fantastic three year old twisting my hair in knots, it is a habit and he does it while he's half awake, sneaking in my bed as not to wake me...needless to say I had 3 good knots to untangle.
Next, the milk bath. I was holding Malia above my head. need I say more.
Following that, Morgan and Carson proceeded to play doctor, I, the patient. "At least I can lay down for a few minutes," I thought. Morgan took the blood pressure toy and said he needed to do CTR on me. So he took out his toy chainsaw and proceeded to cut my leg off. Luckily he had to rush to the potty and left Carson in charge. He yelled from the potty, "Carson! I need you to giver her the electric shock while I'm gone!" So Carson did, and I pretended to cry out in pain. Morgan came back and said, "did you give her the shock?" Carson said, "yes but it hurt." Morgan said, "well you forgot to put it on the no pain level!"
Then they were nice enough to give me a back massage. This is where they walk up and down on my back.
Then Morgan made lunch while I was nursing and was so proud of his PB and honey sandwich. (Which also showed up on 18 different spots on the kitchen floor.) He had also managed to make chocolate milk using chocolate syrup and pouring it into the gallon of milk. Also, being the kind brother he is, poured a whole bowl of the syrup for Carson who, of course, had it all over his face. How else do you eat chocolate syrup from a bowl?
I even got to stay in my jammies the whole day.