What time is it?

Time. Punctuality. I have been forced to turn over a new tree - not just a leaf - to address the matter of arriving on time, having everyone dressed, packing bottle and pumping necessities, extra clothes, and remembering a special blankie, DVDs, and food. Despite my mastery of being late, I do not like being late. I am not late because I don't have much regard for such matters, I just always seem to have one more thing to do.
This leads me to my three-little-bears-moment this morning...you know, too soft, too hard, too hot, too cold, etc. since my baby bear was wearing the wrong diaper when we left the house. Since Keith was in Oklahoma, I was on my own this morning (which explains why the kids left the house in pjs) but was doing great. After Molly ate and played, I changed her diaper one more time and put her in her carrier. I then needed to change Cole's diaper but couldn't find the diaper...it had just been on the bed. Not on the floor...oh, yeah, Molly was in the carrier, in footed pjs so correcting the big diaper switcheeroo was not going to happen but I did warn Kip about Molly wearing a "big girl diaper"! As a side note, Cole LOVES long pjs - since it was going to be just, plain chilly this morning (60s!), I put Cole in fun pjs and put Molly in footed pjs. Cole thought it was so silly... "SeeSee, toes hiding, other one, toes hiding." Pjs are a big hit!
Cole's newest hilarious word is snickeedoodoo. (Snickerdoodle to you and me, but again with the "er" sound!) Yesterday, Cole did not want a snickeedoodoo, "Maggie, gingerbread man." You would think Maggie's willingness to supply such treats would keep him from saying "dock your pay, Maggie!" Silly boy!