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There are 6 different beings in the house and 5 different types of excrement disposal systems. It is a little ridiculous. Obviously the elder of us humans use the toilet; her Majesty uses the litter box; the Monster goes outside and needs poop bags; the Gremlin is in size 4 diapers and is relatively easy to clean up afterward a handful of times a day; and 2.0 is in size 1 diapers and I feel like I spend all my time putting food in or cleaning up the food that comes out.

My husband bears the brunt of the variety now since he cleans the litter box and is frequently the one cleaning the yard or walking the dog while I recover.

For the most part, the nanny does the heavy lifting on Maddy, but we divide it pretty evenly when she is home.

This new creature is a challenge for us. Everyone else, with the exception of my husband, is a girl. You see where this is going, right? Last night he peed on the wall, pooped while I was putting on a diaper and leaked through three diapers (getting two blankets and a onesie wet). This morning it took 4 diapers before I got one on clean and dry.

Are you surprised we just got a delivery from diapers.com that was three boxes? One had cat litter and poop bags; another had size 4 diapers and the third had size 1s and toilet paper. Wow... what a sh!tty family.

I got to say good morning and goodbye to the Gremlin this morning. She looked adorable in her new summer dress. She came into the room where 2.0 and I were lying down and gave him and me kisses and hugs before kneeing 2.0 in the head. He didn't even open his eyes. Ah, these two are going to have fun together!

Here they are yesterday.

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