I was right, last night was a bit tough. I was asleep by about 11 pm. Tess lay next to me watching "Love Actually." At midnight the neighbourhood exploded in cheers that lasted at least an hour. Throughout the night Sela woke-up crying every 30 – 60 minutes. Tess took the 11 pm to 3 AM watch. I took the 3:30 to 7 AM watch. Finally at 7:15 I got the kids up and made French Toast while they watched Dora the Explorer.

Sela has been in a nasty mood all morning. She still has a fever, too. In the middle of my cleaning up and doing some chores I heard screaming and exclamations emanating from the playroom. I walked in to find Sela standing with her legs apart as if she had something stuck up her rear. Funny that, she did… I could see from behind a little sack of sh*t bulging through her pyjamas.

"Daddy, I had to do a poopers!" Sela screamed.

"Well Sela, you don’t have to wait for me. You can always go to the toilet on your own!" I explained. (We have a little stool – no pun intended – that makes it easy for the kids to get on and off the toilet.)

The stinky mess is now cleaned up and the girls changed. Jasper was on, off, on, off, on, off blah blah the toilet but alas, finally did his business. Tess and I have full blown colds, as does Sela, and Sebastian is now starting to heat-up. You know you’re a parent with your hands full when you can’t wait for naptime and bedtime… and it’s still only 9:39 AM!