Nat has recently washed the toilet off with water he's just peed in, smeared toothpaste all over the bathroom sink, and dumped a lot of baby soap in the bathroom cup.
Each time he's been trying to help clean up.
Thomas wants to be carried everywhere, because he's the baby, dammit, and not the two interlopers.
Lynn has the boys at he drop-in, and I'm typing left-handed while holding Miriam, who has attached herself to my necklace, and looks surprised at herself. I should be organizing the freezer, but that's awkward with baby.