Pause

Daddy… Can you pause it? I need to get a drink.

Both of my kids have taken to saying something along those lines when playing/rough-housing with my husband. Is this a sign that they watch too many movies?

Sowing

“We’re just growing some corn.”

I walked into the living room to see frozen corn kernels scattered ALL. OVER. THE. FLOOR. Hannah and Eli were planting corn. On the carpet.

Lately after every bath, Navayah has joyfully, nakedly run into the living room and pooped in the middle of the floor.

What was she hoping to harvest?

Note to Self:

When you are exhausted because you have more or less been up since five a.m. because paramedics had to come to your house to check if your son was gravely ill or only minorly so, do not “cut corners” by departing from schedule and NOT changing the waddler’s diaper immediately. A night full of pee does not do marvelous things when mixed with the inevitable Morning Business that she does after breakfast. Add that to the waddling-stumbling-falling-sitting-squishing the child does and the Cleanup takes MUCH longer and is far more rancid than a little prevention would have been.

Sixteen hours is too long to be wearing the same diaper.