Warning---Long Post! Catharsis ahead....
I had a random request from a blog follower that wanted me to post a picture of the kids crying. Now before you express complete disdain, the reasoning was "Your kids always look so happy, do they ever cry?"
If you know me at all, you know that I am an eternal optimist. I will find the silver lining in the darkest of dark clouds. If all is falling apart around me, the kids are crying, I'm exhausted, I won't post about that. No one wants to hear a sob story....so I just post the good things about our days. Besides, we have so much to be thankful for, and even when days are challenging..it could always be worse!
Having said all of that, I must confess, this evening was CHAOS!! Where do I even begin.....
After I dropped John off this morning at the airport (He is going with some friends to Iowa on a hunting trip. They have BIG white-tailed deer.), I spent the entire day Christmas shopping. It was so great! On the way home John called in somewhat of a panic. He had left his Iowa hunting license and deer tags here! Oh no!! So, I got home, loaded up the kids, and said "Bye" to Taylor for the weekend. We ran to Granbury to the UPS store to overnight John's license. I picked up Taco Bell for the babies for dinner since they LOVE Mexican food. By the time we got home, all three kids where whining and signing "Bite." I quickly unloaded all three and got them to their booster seats at the table. I tore up the burritos, got their water, and split a banana into three for them. Meanwhile, I also sat at the table and tried to grab a bite myself. Things seemed to be going smoothly when Aaron decided to bang his water cup on the table. Adam thinks this is a great idea and proceeds to do the same thing. Avery is saying "No, No" and shaking her head at them. So, I take the boys' water cups away. Adam starts dropping his food on the floor, Aaron follows suit, and Avery begins smacking the table with her water cup. I took Avery's cup away and picked up food from the floor. And so this continues until dinner is over.
After dinner the boys were crying and wanting to be held. Taylor said they didn't nap well this afternoon. I sat on the floor with them for about 20 minutes and got them calmed down. They definitely needed baths, so I started that task. I bathed Avery first. It went without a hitch. I bathed Adam next. When I came back into the living room, Aaron had the remote and was changing the channels. Avery had somehow climbed up on the dining room table and was playing in the food I hadn't yet cleaned. I got her down, took the remote from Aaron, and then took Aaron to the bathroom to take a bath. Upon entering the bathroom, he immediately tore off toilet paper and ate it. Then he peed on the floor as soon as I took off his diaper. When Aaron and I came back into the room, Adam was trying to turn the TV off, and Avery was pouring milk from her cup into the back of the dumptruck. GREAT!
I quickly announced "Bedtime" just so I could get them in one place! All three took off for the bedroom. I put them in their beds and handed them their sippy cups. I let them drink milk while I read two bedtime stories. I never let them drink milk in their beds, but I had to keep them contained!! I was outnumbered and losing the battle!! I took their cups away, kissed them goodnight, and turned off the light. AAAHHHH....after 20 minutes the talking stopped in their room and they were all asleep!
Now the work begins...I cleaned the table, booster seats, floor--picked up 3 towels, 3 wash rags, 3 dirty diapers, and 3 sets of dirty clothes---refilled 3 milk cups---picked up toys in the living room---refilled the diapers--put up clothes....
To answer your question reader--yes, the babies cry. Yes, sometimes they are difficult. Yes, we are exhausted most nights. Yes, it is hard having triplets. But---we would not have it any other way! These are the three most good-natured kids I have ever seen, and John and I are the luckiest parents in the world!
Here are some snapshots I took at the park yesterday:
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