1 in Rubber Panties, And My Sister's Kids Make 5

Yes, that would be rubber underpants. Your eyes tell no lies. (I'm refering to the headline, not the breast-ful pic above. More about the perky pillow boobies in the closing portion of this post.)

If you wonder where my posts have gone this weekend, think of me with your fingers crossed for good luck. As the title of this post implies (and then screams ... but in a good way, sis, I swear), I'll be babysitting my nieces, ages 8 and 2, along with my own chitlins, ages 5, 3 and 2.

Imagine for a moment five car seats, some boosters and others not, crammed like sardines into my double crumb filled minivan. I'm trying to imagine how I'm going to squeeze in showers. And it's sort of a problem that we have no milk, let alone ANY groceries at this point. Maybe I'll be brave (or stupid) and take all five to the local Food 4 Less (yeah, that's right. I said Food 4 Less. Ain't no shame in this game!) so I have no room for groceries.

My kids are psyched to see their cousins for a good, long stretch and can't wait to show them their new, improved raspberry techniques.

Back to the rubber underpants, shall we? My 2-year-old niece hasn't worn Pull-ups for three months, according to my sister. However, since getting wind that my sister was hopping the next plane to the deep south to rendezvous with old friends, she's had a few understandable accidents. After all, she isn't even three yet and recently potty trained.

"So, I hope you know I'm putting her in Pull-ups the whole time to minimize the possibility of accidents," I said to my frantically packing sister on the phone tonight.

"Uh, no you're not," she retorted.

"Well, what if I'm out with all five kids and she has an accident?"

"I don't know, but I'll pack her rubber pants, all right, and have her sister remind her to go potty as often as she can."

I'm crossing my fingers that the rubber doesn't meet the road in our case. Know what I mean?

My sister so graciously watched all three of my kids (I feel bad asking anybody, even experienced former child care providers like my only sister to watch my kids because they are so close in age and, c'mon, they come in threes) a while back so I could go to Vegas for almost exactly 24 hours with my husband. He was there on business at the Venetian in a very swank suite. We were married at Paris Las Vegas three years ago. My sister's husband is in the military and was out of town and her kids were sick when she babysat all of mine. The least I can do is return the favor for the weekend.

Where's my leash? (Don't laugh. I actually used it once at Gatwick Airport in London. Poor little Moody Cheeks McGee. I still keep my lead, as the British call it, in my pseudo baby bag.)

While I play co-ringleader along with my helpful husband in this weekend's 5-kid circus, stop by my hometown/high school friend's crafty blog, Little Messes, and buy yourself a new pair of boobs. See the picture above. Aren't her plushy "racks" adorable? She's very talented and unusual.