I miss Daddy

Why do these things only happen when you're alone with two children???

Owen has been rather weepy today; a combination of not enough sleep, and too many kids now living in his house. But for the most part the day has been uneventful. Until the blowout. I had fed Penny, and she was content to just hang out in her swing. (Another aspect of my daughter that a LOVE. Owen could never be put down.) I took the opportunity to feed Owen his lunch. (Tuna fish and tomatoes... apparently it's a T day!) He couldn't sit still and actually eat his food, but I wanted him to nap, so I followed him around the house putting food in his mouth as he played. Once he finished I cleaned up, and went to check on Penny before I attempted to put Owen down for his afternoon snooze. That's when I discovered the mess. There was a brownish-orange stain all up the front of her onsie. Still, Penelope seemed unaffected by the disaster. I picked her up and took her to the bedroom for a major clean up. Owen followed us in and was playing across the room as I focused on his sister. The mess was everywhere, and only got worse when I tried to take off the soiled onsie. (I admit I had to clean her cheek once I got it off. Gross.) I ran out of wipes before I was done, and begged Owen to bring me the box next to him. The big helper ignored my pleas, and instead dropped a rain stick toy on his foot. So now I had an infant covered in poop and a screaming toddler. It was a complete catastrophe. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Instead I picked up my naked poopy baby, took her across the room to get the wipes, kissing my son on the way. In the end everyone was fine, though I think Penelope may have permanently dyed her skin a lovely orange. Now it's nap time. Owen has been yelling at me from his crib for the past 30 minutes, but has finally stopped. I suspect he has finally given in to his exhaustion. Penny is sleeping in her swing. I think Mommy is going to hulu Glee and take a nap.