The six year old is regressing and pooping and peeing on the floor again, after 2 months of not doing so.
His brother has become a pathological liar at four and a half.
The baby is infuriated at all times by our refusal to allow reckless climbing practices.
The three year old is a solid wall of either sobbing or defiance.
The nearly-eight has gained a previously unseen attitude of “OKAY! FINE!” eyeroll, sigh.
The nine year old is either daydreaming and vapid or being a pain to the youngers.
When will the grown-ups get here to take over for me? Cause baby, I am SO OVER THIS.