January February March

I think we are finally accepting the inevitable. Number 3 is on his way. It could be the size of my belly, the pain when I walk, or the LG's constant reminder that Baby 3 is getting bigger (i.e. I'm getting bigger) as he kisses my enormous belly. March will be here soon. So will Baby 3. Yup. 3. Soon to be outnumbered. We are already outsmarted.

In other news, the LG asked me recently if Wolverine keeps the commandments of Jesus. Hmmmm. Probably not, but hmmmm.

The TP can speak, but doesn't. Bubbles, chicken, help, please, thank you, nose, eyes. You know, the usual, just not often and not when we want her to. The only thing consistent is, "No". Shocking, I know.

The weather is splendid. The BK and I are taking a night off tomorrow. Dinner, a hotel, uninterrupted sleep, uninterrupted breakfast. I can't wait. I keep thinking, how did my life get to the point that a sleep over is now the emotional equivalent of a 10 day vacation on the beach? I can't wait to find out how my perspective changes with 3.

Any ideas on how to get out the door with 3 kids under the age of 5? Or shopping?

Just glad January is almost over

Oh yeah, forgot half of the purpose of this post. Wanted to let you all know that the BK set the tent up on our balcony so that he and the LG could enjoy the weather on a camp out. Can't wait to see how long it lasts, but leave it to the BK to bring a full arsenal of gear to the event, complete with a rain fly, "to keep in the heat". Did I mention it is a covered balcony that barely fits the tent? He also managed to cram the TP's new twin mattress in there (the twin mattress she will have nothing to do with).

Also, just remembered that on our shopping trip for camping supplies (cinnamon bears, chips, drinks, etc. - the essentials) the LG excitedly told the cashier that the food was for his "camp out on the patio, in our huge house without a backyard". Glad our 3 bedroom apartment seems huge to him. It reminds me of the time he told another cashier he wished she was his age. Hard to close the kid's mouth. Hard not to wet my pants laughing sometimes.