DST is back in St. Moritz!!

Despite the fact that continuous illnesses and professional obligations have reduced sleep time for Cristin and myself to an all time low, I am happy to trade in that hour to have an opportunity to get outside with the kids after work. Today was sunday so we took the kids to the zoo and then had a nice picnic by the water. While retrieving items from the middle seats I became so disgusted with the situation there that I decided it was time to clean. I have never been a neat freak but I have recently become very fond of order. I still don’t care much about microcleaning but macrocleaning and general neatness have reached a near compulsive level. We took out the car seats and the girls pretended like they were on the slopes at St. Mortiz for apres-ski. This gave us time to remove 100s if not 1000s of old cheerios, yogurt melts, pretzel bits, and the worst offender, raisins. It also enabled us to see firsthand the difference between having a car seat protector and not having one. Both of us were of the mindset that we had bought one when Ellie arrived but apparently not. When I pulled her seat out there was a moment where it was mechanically released but still somehow stuck to the car with the holding power of finely aged yogurt melts, which apparently has considerable tensile strength. When we got home we decided I would see the girls through naps and pre-dinner playtime and then duck into work. We played in the street and Ellie really took to ramming the snowpiles with her car, yelling “crash” feverishly as we went along. Unfortunately, as seen in the shaky video, BaaBaa fell victim to our roughhousing. Cristin had fortuitously bought a spare BaaBaa some time ago and even though they are drastically different in texture, color, and odor at this point, Ellie didn’t seem to care. Phoebe seemed to care though as a sudden “gift” to Ellie without a corresponding gift to her sent her off her no-nap rocker which nearly shutdown dinner. As a reader, you should be aware that around two weeks ago, Phoebe shot up from a difficulty level of 2 to a solid 8 over a four day period. Handling her is like walking through one of those ridiculous laser-guarded rooms that always surround the ostentatiously displayed valuables in the heist films. Anyway, daylight savings time is back!!!