How to Bind When in a Bind
Yesterday was Shaun's first day back at work. While he was gone we ran out of diapers for Madalyn. I was lamenting this to him on IM when he suggested an alternative to a trip to the store: swim diapers.
"Swim diapers? Everyone knows swim diapers don't do anything but give everyone else in the pool a false sense of security."
"Really?"
"Well they don't hold pee."
"Okay, so then do this... take one of Jack's diapers and put it inside the swim diaper like a liner."
"You know that just might work."
And it did. So all I had to do was replace the newborn diaper throughout the day. BRILLIANT.
Shaun's grandfather invented the thermostat, so it's only natural he would have a knack for innovation. When he first told me about his grandfather I remember saying, "You mean a certain brand or type of thermostat...?"
"No. The thermostat."
And suddenly, as I sit here and recall this conversation, it's all falling into place. The reason my 3 1/2 year old is smarter than me. The reason for all my parenting frustrations. I'm like one of those really skinny girls who marries a hulk and has to have a c-section because the baby's too big for her small frame to get out. Only replace skinny with conventional and hulk with avant-garde and you'll see what I mean. I married up. We disrupted the laws of nature... or evolution, that whole rule about how 2-rated people marry 1's or 3's but never 5's... we disrupted something and now I've given birth to children who have the ability to outwit me. So essentially what I'm suffering are the biological consequences of a terrible mismatch.
