Since I know you are dying to hear how this watershed moment is going, let me fill you in. After three days of getting kicked in the face while trying to gently usher the Tasmanian devil back to bed and being assaulted at random intervals during the night, my husband put a baby gate up at the door to Keeghan’s room.
At this moment he is standing at that gate shouting “BOOM. This. Is. A. CHICKEN.”
Sometime when I’ve had a lot of coffee, I’ll tell you the one about the night he managed to get the gate open. Good times.