DEFCON 5

It was a sunny day - or at least that's what I heard! Daddy spent the day inside the office today, working and still rather sick. He's been fighting a little illness. Okay, it's a big illness. Still, Daddy doesn't get sick that often, so hopefully with another good night's rest things will get better.

Madison was at the office today too - and at the playground as well. Mommy made sure Madison got to have some extreme fun today doing a little rockwall climbing, and attacking the playground as if she drank six energy drinks. She was running around in circles, not knowing which thing in the playground to run to!

This morning we had another DEFCON 5 situation - that's our little code for the condition of Madison's diaper. DEFCON 1 is a minimal damage sort of situation, and DEFCON 5 is pretty rare. However, it does happen. Yes, I know DEFCON 5 is an "at peace" situation. In case you're wondering what exactly the number stands for in our house: it actually indicates the number of whipees needed for complete containment and stabilization. This morning was one of those very situations: DEFCON 5. Personnel scrambled throughout the base, as the alert mobilized everyone to their positions: that diaper was a DEFCON 5 if there ever was one! In fact, we started the bath immediately and the day was saved, thanks to a few alert noses. I know this just might qualify as "too much information," but we've always laughed at our little coding system.

DADDY: "How was the diaper?"

MOMMY: "It was a DEFCON 3."

DADDY: "Oh, that's not bad. Would you like to play a game?"