Have you ever wrestled an alligator? Tried to put a shirt on a cat? Ever tried to catch a greased pig? Welcome to bedtime at our house. Three monsters with the sweetest faces you've ever seen and intensely independent minds of their own all laughing, crying, shrieking, running, tripping, climbing, throwing and any other word that end in "ing" you can think of a one-year old doing. They do it all. We eventually manage to get everyone bathed, dressed, teeth brushed, sang to, prayed with and tucked in. If you listen closely, from wherever you might be in the world, you can hear a collective sigh from mom and dad when the last kiss is blown from the door and the lights go out. We really, really like bedtime.
We also really, really love playtime. They are busy. They are curious. They are inventive and mischievous. Do you have a little one visiting your house? Not sure if your home up to baby/toddler proofing standards? Just have us over for 3 minutes, tops. My little crew will expose ANY weakness you might have. Before you finish fixing whatever they can't get into, you're already late on what else needs to be fixed. Most days, it's all I can do to clean up one meal before it's time to start on the next.
So yes, I do have my hands full. Yes, they do keep me busy. But I have an incredibly good looking partner who married me and took this whole "for better or for triplets" thing seriously. I have genuine smiles when I walk in a room. I have happy clapping to mom's silly songs. I have naps and bedtime. (They do sleep!) I have little readers and their favorite books that only can be read in mom's lap. And on the days when things seem to be their craziest, I have spectacularly spontaneous moments like these...
What's better than sharing a toy box with all your best friends? So, life is good.
When I said I have "little readers," I meant they enjoy books. They aren't reading yet. Just in case you were impressed/confused by my 15 month old home schooling program.