Lewis and the Triplets: The cheesehead Auntie

She came bearing cheese!
Aunt Camille came to help back in September. She came with enough cheese to appease Carolyn's Wisconsin tastes for a month or more. Smoked string cheese, cheese curds, munster, and other stuff that those of us that don't speak Cheese don't know.

For two weeks she changed diapers, held babies, wiped spit up, fed babies, and the whole potpourri of baby duties. She even went out to dinner with all of us. I remember the dinners because during one of them Camille and Carolyn sprinted away from me like gazelles during an explosive diaper change in a parking lot. I remember changing Sage's diaper on the floor of the van while they waited a few steps away. Then SWOOOOSHHH! Without warning the brown torrent came out. No diaper was covering the rear end and the poo went as if fired from a garden hose. Had I aimed her a bit to the right Camille would've screamed and I'm sure she would have left Alaska that night. Instead the stream hit the door and splattered on me, on Sage, and all over the van. Camille and Carolyn ran. Maybe even sprinted while carrying the other two babies and Lewis. I thought I heard them laughing. It took me near twenty minutes to clean up the mess - by myself. I used up a box of wipes wiping down the carpet, the seats, even the insides of the door seal. The van probably still stinks but I've grown immune to the offensive smell of baby poop. What was I talking about? Oh, yes Camille helped out (just not when the shit hit the van).

By a stroke a luck Camille was here when the whole issue of Miles' eye came up. With her here we were able to deal with all the doctor visits and hospital visits without seeming like a mobile baby circus every time. We were happy for her help getting out to the Museum, the pick it yourself farm, and the Tuesday Night Runs where we forced her to march up and down hills while pushing a stroller full of babies or waiting for Lewis to get done seeing the spawning salmon so we could finish the race. It was fun to have her here and we were glad to have her huge help.

Aunt Camille and the aircraft carrier stroller at the You-Pick farm