I'm thankful I'm in shape.
I need to clarify that. But first.
My last post? It probably sounded like I'm a patience expert. I'm not. I shouldn't have called the post "Lesson Learned." Dumb. What I should have called it is "I'm Learning This Lesson." That would be a more accurate statement as to what is happening in my life right now.
Now back to what kind of shape I'm in.
I'm thankful I'm in good enough shape to wrestle three 15 lb baby alligators. At least twice a day. I'm thinking of selling tickets to our daily tug-of-wars when we get dressed or undress or change a diaper. Changing diapers! We almost always wrestle then. Raise your hand if you have ever wiped a bare bum while it somehow managed to get itself IN THE AIR, backward! So if I were to average out how often we wrestle? Three babies, approx. 6-8 diapers a day depending on the day, three bath times, three changes out of pajamas for the day... 30 times?!? That can't be right. It's a lot. Trust me on that. I'm thinking the bigger they get, the more my stamina will increase and adjust. Right? Isn't that how it works? Right? Anyone?
I'm thankful for my family and making 48 jars of peach jam. Even if some members of said family barely did ANYTHING to warrant taking home any peach jam. Except watch some lady's triplets and her own kids and clean up after our peach jam mess and the delicious lunch we had and breakfast and help lady wrestle triplet gators. Sheesh.
I'm thankful for fall. Love love love this season. I felt like I was in some artsy Sundance movie driving down Provo Canyon today. The wind was whipping up yellow and red and orange leaves into a frenzy as we drove through them. So beautiful.
I'm thankful for time tested, deep friendships.
I'm thankful for prayer. I'm thankful for prayers in my behalf.
I'm thankful for a dish-doing husband who is no stranger to stinky diapers and has never tried to hand off a screaming child. It does not hurt that he is s to the exy either.
I'm thankful that someday I will not mention or have the term "stinky diapers" in my posts or writing. I really can't help it. I'm sorry. I realize there is a delete button, but really. It is what is going on right now.
I'm thankful for General Conference. I'm thankful for the reminder that I can be a better wife, mother, sister, daughter, friend, neighbor, member of my community and just better person in general. I need this reminder.
I'm thankful for worldwide sisterhood. Same religion or not. Married or not. Kids or not. We need each other. I'm thankful that somehow, we all know this.
I'm thankful for this crew of people. They are my life and my reason. My joy. My grateful heart has grown at least 10 times it's original size since all four of these souls were introduced to my life. So so grateful.
Holy cow, you have three babies all the same I age!!!! Obviously I know this but I love seeing pictures of all of them together. We seriously need to take a trip to utah to visit. And yes hunter and your little boys do need to wrestle. Hunter can't always hold his head up yet but he does weigh over 15 pounds so should be an interesting match. And ps Haylee loves loves loves her orange pom poms. She went to college game day with Weston at 5 am last week and fell in love with all the cheerleaders. She's been holding her pom poms high ever since. You were inspired in giving such a great gift. I miss you kara, hope to see you soon. I mean really, we aren't that far away.
Love that last picture! Very cute. I'm thankful for you and your drive to make all that blasted jam! I enjoyed my (unearned) portion this morning on toast!
oh my, the diaper wrestle with the bums up in the air. I know exactly what you are talking about. I just never did it x 3 at a time. You are awesome.
I gotta say.... changing diapers during this stage may possibly be the absolute WORST part of parenthood for me. Lots of swearing involved! I think if I had three I'd just line the carpet in newspaper. And of course, move once they got over it.
For some comic relief you need to video your mother wrangling a toy out of one of the mini gator babies while trying to get a onesie off, bathe said baby, while clutching the toy, then trying to wrangle a diaper and clean onesie on the little munchkin while she is still death gripping the toy. If the camera didn't add ten pounds . . . . . .
I am grateful for YoU!
i'm at the same diaper-wrestling stage with keira. not fun! i usually don't even snap the bottom of her onesie because i just want it over faster! i can't imagine doing it with 3 little ones!! you rock!
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