Houston, we have a new problem.

Jules has discovered the sweet pleasure of a gentle breeze on a bare bottom. At first, it was cute and almost helpful. Oh look, she wants her diaper changed! But now? Not so helpful when I pick her up from her crib at midnight (a whole different issue for another day) and she’s nakkie and sticky under her nightgown. Too much? Sorry, my darling daughter also did not want to sleep last night. I’m .. what’s the word? … DELIRIOUSLY TIRED.

How the hell are we supposed to keep a diaper on this child? This is the same girl who can get her pants off while strapped into her booster at the kitchen table. She’s like Houdini. Do contortionists make good money? (I know Houdini was not a contortionist - have I mentioned the delirium?)

So far, Mae shows no desire to bare her buns to the world at large, thankfully. Please tell me this is a phase - and one that will end well before her teenage years. Until then, I think I am stuck with dressing her in onesies shirts and pants. It’s that or duct tape.

At least it’s not winter.

And any of you out there even remember the streaking fad? I was a young’un in the early seventies, living in student family housing on the campus of a large midwestern university. Albeit from a distance, I was, shall we say, exposed.