Just wanted to write down a few bits....
Two Big Kids and one Little is : 2 adults each trying to help, console or demand a child does their homework- using the internet with them, teaching how to tell time. And the soundtrack to the homework hour is a 2 year old demanding your attention in any way possible, playing a paper guitar, and grabbing the dog's tail.
Two Girls and One Boy: is "hey, let's make cookies!" followed by 2 girls screaming. Grabbing stools and claiming firsts. Then a boy jumping in "I'll help." But Mom saying "Hey, Logan, can you just lick the dough in a few minutes instead?" because 'taking turns' has begun World War 3! Good grief, "my turn, she had two turns!" Uhm no she did not, you just took too long with your turn! Good thing there is a third kid- he was the one who noticed the dog lunge for little sister's dinner!
Two sisters is one little sister getting mad that big sister turned away from her and lays on top of her. Grabs her hair. Hangs on tight and laughs. Ouch! Little sisters need to learn the hard way that time outs end the fun sometimes!
Three kids is lots of pots and pans all over the place, more food, more spills, more needs, more love.
Three kids is packing lunches and running out of bread by Thursday so you make pasta on Thursday night specifically to put into Friday's lunch!
Three kids is adorable outfits and Spiderman roller skates and puzzles with big bird that you remember, dig up, and sigh and shed a tear remembering your older children and how much they loved the same thing so many years before.
Three kids is a back door covered in coats on hooks and still kids saying "but, I don't have a coat!" when the weather changes and we're leaving the house for school.
Having three kids is overwhelming and awesome!
This is how I roll.,.. I'm 2 after all. Refuse to take off the fancy dress. I have slippers inside of my snow boots. Headband all wonky. And upside down sunglasses. Sometimes you just say 'yes.'
Venice can't stop talking about the animals we saw and "Peacock so funny. He wiggle for me and show me his flowers. Just for me." So awesome. The feathers felt taller than me!
Thank you, hubby, for our mini outing l! It was a beautiful way to enjoy this spring, and helped to make this a perfect Mothers Day.
Sometimes it's not the dryer's fault you are missing a sock. Miss Creativity strikes again