Yesterday continued...

Was having a great chat with my girl Flooze, just arriving home from a long day of errands and pre-school madness, literally JUST walked in the door (mid-diaper change) when I hear a knock on the front door loud enough to be the PO-LICE!  About dropped the phone (and the kid).  Got the wherewithal to actually END my phone chat (I know this in and of itself is SHOCKING) and then ran to get the door.  Got half way out of the baby's room and realized he was still on the changing table with a diaper half on.  Another knock.  GRRR!  So I rush back to the changing table, finish the deed, scoop up the kid and run to the door only to find our new neighbor with Child #1 (The Titin Dog) in tow along with their 100 pound pooch that can only be described as a small horse.  Evidently he had escaped in the hub bub and decided to run amok.  Just further evidence of how far I still have to go in actually achieving "order."