ELIZABETH AND THE HORRIBLE, TERRIBLE, NO-GOOD, VERY BAD NIGHT
When the kids were still very little, Anders and I learned early on that we were lucky…we had a natural division without having to fight over it or worry about. Anything that came out of baby from the waist down was mine to deal with and anything that came out from the waist up was his. This is good in theory, but sometimes in practice it doesn’t work out. Anders, for example, changed as many diapers as I did. Last night, due to the fact that Anders is in Italy, it REALLY didn’t work out, and I learned more about...