Corwin had a good game last night. His team won and Corwin got the final out by tagging the opposing runner. He only got one hit in three at bats, but he did get an RBI.
Why is it that when I’m trying to get the children asleep, Alice easy outlasts both of her brothers?
Jack’s sister was over babysitting last night so I could get some work done. Sadly, Alice didn’t poop even once the whole time — I was bitterly disappointed. Anwen did get to experience stereo child screaming, as Alice screamed about not being allowed to make a major mess and Charles screamed about not being able to enhance important papers with his own simple but beautiful language.
When Anwen arrived, she, her mom and I went up to Alice’s room to demonstrate how to change a diaper (which Anwen had never done before). As we get to the top we ran in to an half-undressed Corwin on the landing, working on getting his baseball clothes on. Corwin yelped in dismay, but I pointed out that his parents, with great foresight, had purchased a house in which Corwin had a special room with a door in which he could change clothes in privacy. I even showed Corwin where it was, just off the landing, although I’m fairly certain he’s been in it before.