thinking of pinning socks over his hands

Every night, Evan gets tucked into his crib for the night and every night he announces himself shortly afterwards. “I nekkid!” We’ve tried duct taping his diaper, diaper pinning his jammies and even the old backwards jammies trick. Still, he removes the offensive sleeping apparel and the leak containment device. The only thing worse than the nightly “I nekkid” proclamation is the joyful “I peed” song. He knows that a guaranteed golden ticket out of the crib (pun intended) is a wet sheet. The pee song is accompanied by jumping in the crib as if he were on a trampoline. I’ll pretend he doesn’t know that this makes the clean-up infinitely more complicated. I will also pretend that I don’t encourage this behavior by laughing at his antics. See, the reality of my life is that no matter how much I whine and complain about the messes and the struggles, I still love my life. Spills and scribbles are funny. I could do with less struggles, but it is what it is. This is my life and even if we end up living in our car, we still have too much love for each other and appreciation for the absurdity of it all to do anything but laugh. And write. Just in case I start taking myself too seriously.

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