If you object to seeing little kids sitting in grocery carts still in their pajamas, you may not want to approach my children until late afternoon. If I am a good mommy and dress the girls first thing in the morning, put socks and shoes on their feet, style their hair, and feed them a good breakfast I will be severely punished at naptime. They will strip to their birthday suits, pull out every last hair band and barette, then proceed to urinate and defecate from one end of the crib to the other. I cannot even tell you how sick I am of cleaning poopy cribs.
Although I hear it's all the rage in New York City's abandoned buildings, sleeping on a bare mattress is not my cup of tea. While it would be easier just to pull off the soiled sheets and let 'em sleep on a plastic-covered crib mattress, I am forced by my own hoity-toity nature to remake two baby beds which, I can tell you, involves a lot of contorting, huffing, puffing, and swearing. Not to mention more laundry. 'Cause I don't do enough washing, drying, folding, and ironing as it is.
Solution? I keep them in their onesies until after naptime. A nice big diaper pin placed just so keeps tiny fingers from pulling the zipper down. They're trapped in their pajamas!
Dinner last night: spaghetti and meatballs, garlic parmesan bread, spinach salad
