Freaking chilly, today. Feels like Montreal in May. Had to dig out the heavier hoodie (lined with fleece) and the riders wanted hot coffee or cocoa this morning. Bayley yanked on a scarf before leaving as she demanded a hot apple pie from McDonalds. As that sounded good, we stopped there first. Dogs refused to go outside, they’ve gone soft. Herself was in a mood for two reasons. One, I refused to get tickets for the Ram/Seadog game this weekend and, two, because she couldn’t find her thick socks. She was wrapped up like Randy from a Christmas Story.
Our new grandson must be behind on the diaper wetting. It’s like one of us changes him and he’s already wet. Tatianna got in a funny. After changing Jack for the fifth time in six hours, she told him he best remember this because in another thirty years he’ll be changing her every hour. That child is a sleeping fool. They put him down at six in the evening, he sleeps for five hours, wakes up and has a boob, then sleeps for six to seven hours, eats and gets two diaper changes for an hour or two, snoozer’s for three hours, eat, diaper changes, rinse and repeat and they manage to keep him awake for four or five hours, before it starts again. His burps are epic and so are his spit ups. He chummed down Mary’s top and soaked it. Can’t wait until he starts stinking up the place. I will be in Witness Relocation then. There’s this, also. Domi and Tatianna decided on a diaper service. Mary told them they’d be sorry. It’s funny, because Domi swore by Pampers with the twins. Something about the environment. I am betting they will change course.