Hi, everybody,

Sorry about the two month wait. I got busy with school. I do have some chapters written, so should be more soon.

Entry 26

When Dad got home, Tommy was fussing again because he'd soiled his diaper and I didn't know what to do- I didn't have any diapers to replace it with.

The first thing he said was, "That baby needs its diaper changed."

"I know," I said, frustrated, "but I don't have any diapers."

Crowley winked and snapped his fingers.

"I'm so dumb," I moaned.

"Keep it together, Keigh," he said gently. "It's stressful enough having a dirty diaper without listening to a huge meltdown at the same time. Now change the baby's diaper. Then you can tell me what the Hell a baby is doing in my house again."

I took the diaper and created a package of baby wipes and a towel. I set Tommy on the towel and tried to figure out what to do next. Crowley ended up having to show me how to change a diaper.

"I don't know anything," I complained.

"Shush," said Crowley. "It's nothing to blame yourself for. You're six years old and you've never had any younger siblings. How would you know? Don't worry. You'll learn. I know you're a smart girl, Keigh. You can do this; you're just going to need some help."

"Okay," I said. Dad took Tommy and sat down, bouncing Tommy gently on his knee.

"So, tell me how you ended up trying to take care of Little Guy here all by yourself," said Crowley.

I took a deep breath and explained about the Trickster, how he'd apparently created a baby out of thin air, and then ran away and left me to find the baby with a note saying he was real. I showed Dad the note and the basket.

It turned out that Dad kept my crib and some of my favorite baby books from when I was little. He was also really good at materializing diapers, but clothes are a little harder, so we're going to buy those tomorrow. I feel less like a parent now and more like I have a little brother. Which is good. I am not ready to be a single parent, that's for sure.

One big problem is figuring out what we're going to feed him. Babies need food like every four hours, so I'm surprised he's not hungry yet. Although, I guess Loki never said Tom was human. I wish I knew what formula Tom was used to, but since Loki didn't say, there's no knowing unless we can get in contact with him. We also don't know how much solid food and baby food Tom's been eating. Dad figures we'll just buy a little of each and see what Tom eats.

I've had a long day. I think we all had one. I guess we'll find out how often Tommy wakes up in the middle of the night.

I begged Dad to let him sleep in my room. I had to move some stuff around, but we managed to fit his crib in, so Dad said yes as long as I come get him if Tom wakes up more than once a night or if I need help with anything.