In a bid to one-up Olof’s taking-all-the-kids-out-for-supper move, I took all of them with me to town today to get Lydia’s hair cut. Not only was I gone twice as long as he was the other night–the haircut alone took close to an hour–but I made my way up two steep, scary flights of stairs with Tage and Petra in tow, changed a poop-explosion diaper in a bathroom no larger than my dining-room table, and navigated all of us plus a handful of soiled baby clothing safely back down said stairs. Then we had a little something to eat and even stopped by … wait for it … the toy store! So, who’s your daddy … er, mommy, now?