Why is it that the combination of Violet having a massive diaper blow-out and the discovery that we are out of baby wipes always prompts the mail man to start banging on our door like the place is on fire?
Today’s wrinkle: Violet inexplicably began shouting “ASS!!!! ASS!!! ASS!!! ASS!!!” as it all went down. She has never before said this word. Why today?
And why is it that I haven’t learned that giving her a food I think she’ll hate so she’ll stop begging for it will get me nowhere?
It didn’t work with whole wedges of lemon. Why should I be surprised that she’s a fan of kombucha?