Confessions of the first day

I was feeling rather confident this morning.  I'm not sure if it was lack of sleep, excitement for finally being home, or the narcotics I have been popping every four hours, but I felt confident. So around eight am I place the happy, just fed Jocelyn in her bassinet and go to the girls room to get Ariella up. There is my proud first born, sitting in her chair butt naked. We start talking and working on getting dressed like any other morning, when I hear Jocelyn crying. So I go get her so she does'nt wake Chris, bring her back into the girls room and start changing her diaper. Ariella is running around chattering like usual and I'm half paying attention and I hear the word potty but usually she waits for me and then I hear

Splash!
"Mommy! I fell! I fell in Mommy I fell!
I dash (as much as any just sliced open woman can dash)  into the bathroom and Ariella is pulling her self out of the toilet, so I scoop her dripping wet bottom half off the toliet,  hear Jocelyn cry and realize I left her alone on the changing table.

dash again. back to the changing table with potty butt trailing behind telling me all about how she is wet and she fell in and she does'nt want to wear real pants today!

phew. this is going to be harder than I thought.

Rachel