On a lazy summer morning Andrew and I woke up feeling very well-rested. Julian and Nora were sleeping a little later than usual. We lazed about for a while, when I began to realize that Julian really must be awake by now. But it was oh, so quiet. I have learned during my three years of motherhood that "quiet" actually isn't a good thing. It usually means someone is doing something they really shouldn't be doing. Suddenly I remembered that the night before Julian's bottom was a bit sore, so I had used some trusty diaper cream on him. I then remembered that I forgot to take it out of his room. With this realization I ran to his room as quickly as I could. Judging by the sight of him, I was about 20 minutes too late.