I'm hitting a real fashion high note. I don't even remember putting this running shoe (no run involved - ever) + moose pajama pant ensemble on but we're out of plastic grocery sacks (because it's Costco or nothing these days) that house our dirtiest diapers so I've been making a lot of runs out to the big trashcan today. Every time I pop outside in my meese with a diaper in hand I always always run into our cute and fashionable female neighbor and her cute little dog. Always.
Sebastian got into the brand new bag of chocolate chips directly after I bathed him and put on a fresh set of clothing (pajamas) that should've lasted him at least 36ish hours.
Julia is on a rampage to find a blue crayon. A very loud rampage. She needs a diaper change but I'm trying really hard to avoid anymore run-ins with the neighbor for tonight at least.
And Theo is cuddling with a Christmas blanket that until about 7 minutes ago I'm 100% certain was in the dirtiest "really should be washed today" laundry pile.
Simon left for work about an hour ago and is in a delivery but I'm hoping we can break up the monotony of his lazy night with a quick visit because a change of pants, a change of scenery, and a fresh breath of hospital cafeteria is sounding really, really nice right now.
Update: Julia reports that Sebastian is in "big trubbo" and she is covered head to toe in what appears to be ... baking soda?
Come onnnnnn cafeteria.
Update on the update: It was actually cornstarch c/o these.