Felix screaming. Always screaming.
Trying to make ham and cheese sandwiches one handed.
Owen doesn't like swiss cheese.
I forgot to put mustard on James'.
More of Felix screaming.
The feta cheese fell and spilled all over the bottom of the fridge.
Boys, get in the van.
More of Felix crying.
A traffic jam.
Owen wants the windows down.
James wants the windows up.
Felix just wants to cry.
No, I can't carry you, I'm carrying Felix.
Owen, do you have to go potty?
Boys, don't wrestle on top of the big rocks.
Boys, get out of the flower beds.
Seriously, Owen, you can't try to push James off that rock. Do you need to got potty yet?
Yes, you can play on the playground.
Owen, did you poop in your diaper?
Wait, is that poop on your fingers?
Is that...on your face...?
Don't. Touch. Anything.
We're getting back in the van.
The windows are staying rolled up.
More of Felix screaming.
No, I can't carry you, I'm carrying Felix.
Straight up to the tub, don't touch anything or sit on anything on the way.
No, stop putting your hand in it and let me get it cleaned off.
More of Felix screaming.
Who is getting out first?
Nope, sit on the potty before we put your pajamas.
Wait, wait...come back and brush your teeth before you go out of the bathroom.
No, we can't play outside anymore, it's bedtime.
Okay, Felix. It's okay, I can pick you up now.
The warm damp of spit-up, lots of it, rolling down my back.
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