Yesterday when  I was trying to get ready to go, the Boo was following me around.  I had to get myself ready to go and then I had to get everything ready so that D and the Boo would

a)  Not die of starvation (placing food out on the table with simple preparation instructions:  Open the jar and put the applesauce into the bowl.   Find a spoon.  Put applesauce ON the spoon.  Put the spoon in the baby's mouth.  Repeat LIBERALLY.  At least 3 times a day)

b)  Not go around naked (placing baby outfits on the bed.  "This is for sleep.  This is for Friday morning.  This for Friday afternoon if Friday morning goes as I envision.  Please do not show up in Pennsylvania on Saturday with the baby wearing either Thursday night's pajamas or Friday morning's outfit.  PLEASE DON'T.  There are 35 outfits here from which to choose.  Don't be creative.  The shirt on top of this pile goes with THIS bottom.  His brown shirt, unlike YOUR brown shirt, does NOT go with everything.  By the way, your brown shirt doesn't go with ANYTHING either).

Suddenly I realize there is silence.  And that there has been silence for mere moments that may be deemed all eternity to a 15 month old.  I turn around and see to my horror that the hall closet is open. 

And there is the Boo, leaning up against the wall like James Dean. 

Smoking a tampon like it's a big fat Stogie. 

I turned back around to my work.  Sometimes you just gotta let stuff go so you can get stuff done.