Here’s how today was supposed to go. Audrey was going to take her morning nap while we babysat for our toddler friend again (yes, the same one we stole snacks from! She came back! We must have some redeeming qualities after all!). She’d take a nice, long nap after lunch while the big kids had quiet time and I wrote. Then she’d go to bed fairly early so I could write this that and the other thing, and still be done in plenty of time to attack the housework with Dane’s help.

Um, yeah. Here’s how today actually went. When I tried to help Owen into his clothes (because we have to wear clothes! every day! at least by lunch time!), he looked me in the eye and said, “I’m not a fan of stripey shirts.”

Startled both by this stripe revelation and by the word choice, I said, “No? What are you a fan of?”

To which he replied, “Pajamas. I’m a fan of PAJAMAS.” Oh. Right.

Once I convinced him that pajamas are not for bike riding, he did go ahead and get clothed, but I heard him mutter as he marched off, “Blue pants? I am NOT A FAN.”

And that’s about how my day was. Difficult, but also very cute and occasionally hilarious.

Audrey took NONE of her regularly-scheduled naps, opting instead to cling to my body and make a whimpery sound for much of the day (a pattern we’ve enjoyed for the last week now). She actually fell asleep just before our toddler buddy walked in the front door, but Owen accidentally woke her RIGHT UP again. Whoops! But hey, I think I’ve discovered the source of her woe, and things should be back to normal soon. Want to guess? No? Well, this evening I happened to notice that she has FOUR bottom teeth coming in!

Yes, go ahead and make fun of me for not realizing it. Especially if you’re among the eight people who have suggested to me in the last week that she might be teething. In my defense, Abigail was two months older than this when she cut her first tooth, and Owen was FIVE months older. Plus, what’s up with getting FOUR teeth instead of two? And why didn’t she ever drool or gnaw on stuff? Oh well, maybe she will tomorrow.

And now? Now? Now I’m off to bed. Here’s hoping for an easier tomorrow.