I don’t know how

my sweet little girl can blow out of the front and the back and the legs of her diaper at the same time every time she poops. Where’s my little baby who made fluttering chirpy noises as she slept, sounding like a newly hatched baby chick? She’s turned into an Amazon girl who needs an outfit change every time she poops.

So I’m trying to get Camille to take her first good nap in 2 days (since she got her shots) and Caleb keeps wandering into the room asking, “What can I do?” So I reply in desperation, “Whatever you want. I’ll be down in 5 minutes.”

So the next thing I hear is Bob, in a very bossy voice, saying to Calvin (who is working on his math assignment), “Calvin, you have to get off the computer. Mom said!”
Um, kicking your brother off the computer in the middle of school so you can play webkins . . . not exactly what I meant.