After posting last night, Josh and I escaped for a few minutes to grab a cappuccino downstairs. We chatted, enjoyed some peace and quiet and then returned to the land of chaos. Except we found all of the kids in bed together watching Kung Fu Panda and when Josh commented that the room smelled funky, Calvin replied, “Camille had a dirty diaper so I changed her.” A modern day miracle.
The child who gags over poop was selfless enough to change her himself instead of waiting for me to come back upstairs. He has never, ever, changed a dirty diaper before. Maybe some of what I’m saying is getting through. Of course, he threw the stink-bomb away in my bathroom, not his, but whatever. Baby steps. I’ll take it.
In other news, Camille now has a full-fledged snotty nose so it appears that this exorcist baby routine of the past few days should only be temporary. Inshalla. Now if I could only get the boys to stop being so loud all the time . . .
We’re off to see a famous library and some catacombs this morning. I’m sure crazy taxi stories are in my future. (And yours!)