Despite Mom being gone, I managed to get the boys dressed and fed in time for them to go off. We got a good night’s sleep because of Charles. I had put on a DVD for him and popped down in the basement to hang with Corwin for a bit. Shortly thereafter I heard Charles crying upstairs to I went up to see what was wrong. Charles was upset because it was time to go to bed and Corwin and I weren’t heading upstairs. That crisis, at least, was easily solved…
I also learned a new technique for getting Charles to come up for a diaper change. Ordinarily this can be a long process, because Charles wants to drive his cars up the stairs. He can get very upset if picked up and moved to the changing room. This is a problem because changing a poopy boy who’s also crying, screaming and struggling to get his cars back on track is somewhat difficult. What I did this morning is pick up Charles but kind of lean him over near the edge of the stairs so that he could run the cars there as I hauled him up. This worked quite well. I’m not sure if my back is up to doing it on a regular basis, however.
I was unable to help Charles with one of his other problems, however, which is that objects that are larger than an open space will not fit in that space. This little “gotcha” in the laws of physics really bugs Charles, but sadly I’m inadequate to the task of changing it. Maybe I’ll write my Congressman.