One day this week I was changing a diaper when I heard Henry disappear out the door and start yelling, "mom, where are you?" Have I mentioned he knows how to throw the deadbolt on our front door? Yeah. He knows how to throw the deadbolt on our front door.
So I quickly finish changing the diaper, put the baby down in the crib and run outside to find Henry halfway down our street dressed like this, calling "mom, where are you?!" He had on Emme's church shoes and headband, but no pants. Oh, dear.
Do you think I'll ever get the hang of this three-kids-thing???