We have a babysitter who watches Minor in her home three days a week while Aitch goes to preschool, and Aitch the other two days while Minor stays home with Husband and me. Due to some unforeseen complications, she has been unable to sit for the whole month of December, so Aitch’s school agreed to take him five days a week and Minor three days until the New Year, when we’ll revert back to the old schedule. Thus, for three days a week Aitch and Minor are going to the same place, which makes our morning routine a bit easier.

Or it should, anyway.

On two occasions the week before Christmas, Husband wheeled both boys to school in the double stroller, then came home and worked his usual day. At the end of the day, he left to pick up the boys again, only to find that the stroller was missing.

Yes, the stroller that cost more than my first car–which admittedly was not that expensive, but still, how do you lose a stroller?

Luckily, the stroller was recovered both times–once from the school playground, and once from the outside of the White Hen. (Six hours! In front of the convenience store!)

Tomorrow I’m going to tie it to his wrist. Sweet.