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Given that it takes about an hour to get ready to go out for a walk—what with the getting dressed and fed, sock-and-shoed, sweatered, diaper changed or otherwise relieved, not to mention the locating of baby sling and keys, and the negotiating of a peace treaty outlining who gets to open the front door and who gets to open the screen door—given all that, there ought to be a rule that no one will need a diaper change before you get around the block. Scratch that, make it a diaper and complete clothing change. Forty-eight seconds after leaving the house. THERE OUGHT TO BE A RULE.
Oh my! It’s the possibilty of that very thing that just keeps us inside! Well, at least me and the baby. I happily send the bigger kids out to play in the (fenced) backyard. Can it be Spring now, please?
We have the same issue with arguing over silly things, like who gets to push “blend” when we make smoothies. Good times.
I love dropping in and getting a glimpse of All Things Now Past For Me. Hang in there!
Oh, there’s a rule. But you know how kids must insist on breaking them.
Staying inside is good, too. Don’t you think? I mean, there’s still the arguing about blender buttons and whatnot, but yeesh. At least there’s a sink.