A snapshot, 5:30 pm today: the big one is naked, the little one is naked. One is wrapped in a blanket on my chest, the other is lying on a sheepskin, pretending to be a lamb. Charles is not expected home for four more hours. ("Mama Ewe, where is the Ram?") I am placing bets with my other personalities (spawned by sleep deprivation) as to which of my offspring will pee first. Fortunately for my neighbors, I am fully clothed, though my shirt sports a healthy coating of spit-up and flour (We have been making bread. If you had two children alone all afternoon and evening, of course you would decide to MAKE BREAD FROM SCRATCH, wouldn't you? Especially when one of the children needs to nurse approximately every 20 to 45 minutes, and the other needs help changing "Bride" costumes every five.). Might I add that I am also making dinner at this time? A lovely meal of steamed broccoli, lentil soup, rolls, tofu-kan and chicken. From this expansive spread, the toddler eats the inside of one roll. ("I do not want lentil soup! The Tofu-Kan is too hot for me! I want orange juice!") I slurp lentils over the babe's head as I jiggle her. Only two hundred and twelve more minutes until Charles gets home!