On Wednesday, while I was reading the paper, Amelia placed herself, her dolly, and several packs of trivia cards in the warming drawer of the oven. I found her sitting quietly, intently trying to figure out how to close herself in.
Then Friday afternoon I finally ran out of diapers after forgetting for three days to pick up a new pack. Amelia was naked from the waist down for 45 minutes while I ran out to the store. My mom stayed at the house with her, trying to keep her off the new living room rug, and wiping up puddles of pee.
On the bright side, the earlier bedtime seems to be working for Henry. Now he's only as manic-depressive as the average 3-year-old.
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