A Birth Control Kind of Morning

5am: Feed Joe
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6am: Smuggle Joe back in the baby room, successfully not waking Riley. Yesssssssss.
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7am: Riley wakes with major leak in her diaper; strip her and her bed, giver her cereal and milk, start laundry, vacuum cereal out of carpet.
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7:30am: Make blueberry muffins. Yes!
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8am: Joe wakes, also leaked HIS diaper. Get everyone in the shower (steamy to help the snotty colds!), halfway through remember muffins! NOOOOOO! Run down, remove from oven, then dash back up. Riley has befowled the shower. At least it was a shower and not bath...As I haul him over to wash him under the faucet, Joe pees on Riley. Meltdown. Distract Riley with a toothbrush, take Joe to get dressed, return to find Riley happily unwrapping a pack of sanitary napkins and sticking them to bathroom wall.
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9am: Meltdown over tutu choice resolved. Extra-toasty muffins for breakfast.
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9:15am: Call reinforcements (Dave) to see when he will be home.

So no, baby #3 will not be joining us anytime soon.