Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Flying Solo

The other half is off to a conference. Naturally, disaster ensues.

J climbed into the bathtub wearing full clothes (and non-waterproof diaper) and yes, he turned on the water and began giving himself a bath.

L picked up a stray feather outside and wiped her hands all over her face. I'm not usually a germ-freak, but I really don't want to explain to any doctor or relative how my child caught the first case of avian flu in California.

After all the minor snafus were straightened out, the worst part is that it's so difficult to fall asleep in an empty bed.