Letters to Lyla and Lottie

Baking with the kids "helping" is always an adventure but today was particularly comical. Lyla decided to dump her mixing bowl full of cereal (ya do what ya gotta do to keep her busy) on the floor. While i was sweeping that up, she cracked at least 3 eggs over the counter. So there i was, frantically grabbing things using my arms legs, and boobs., rushing so I could get screaming Lottie out of the bumbo. All the while smashing Captain Crunch beneath my bare feet. Did I mention I forgot the butter softening in the microwave? A little while later, Lyla had a code brown in the tub where she was washing a quart of finger paint off every inch of her body. I watched it all happen helplessly sitting on the toilet nursing Lottie.