It Began with a BBFT

I can't believe it's been 2 months since my last entry!  It is like etched in my to do list because I always want to vividly remember these days but I think 'these days' are so busy that blogging gets put on the back burner behind daily showers and clean clothes!

So,  a quick catch up post is in order.  Life with three is fun.  The best way to sum up baby Benson is sweet. He just goes with the flow whether that means a trip to costco, the park or the gym.  He spends his life looking up at whatever the location of the moment is.  He has been laid in the grass, on a slide, on our front doormat, and he spends lots and lots of time on his little playmat at home.  He actually has a little routine he has developed while on his playmat. He first bats at the animals, then he rolls over on his stomach, pukes, puts his face in it, then starts crying until I come over to find him with puke covering his face in a Mike Tyson tattoo pattern. It happens this way nearly every time.  Don't feel too sorry for him--he's our first singleton so he gets lots of special cuddle time that the twins never did. We have deep talks in the mornings after he has fed and he always has a lot to discuss.  We haven't forgotten him anywhere which is a small miracle. I love him dearly with every fiber of my being but when the girls are awake we have to direct our attention to the two who might color on the wall with a sharpie and not the sweet little pillbug on the playmat and I'm afraid we'll just leave his carseat in the dining room while we dash off to this place or that with the twins.  

I think I am getting into the swing of things as a working mom of three.  My first couple of days back were doozies and I nearly had a breakdown. Ryan could see it coming and organized a preemptive strike involving breakfast at Northstar and a talk about how he could help.  It felt like what I like to call 'syllabus day' which originated in college when they hand you that big ol' syllabus and you think, "i can't possibly complete all this in a semester" and a sinking feeling starts to take root and grow deep in your being.  I have had this 'syllabus day' feeling many times in my life and I know that after a few days of feeling overwhelmed and close to tears at all times things start to click and I feel better. I feel much better now and it seems almost easy to tote three kids around.  I have even learned how to take a walk with three. . . two in our double stroller and one strapped to my back. I'm like a tot sherpa!  Hats off to that 17 kids and counting lady, I don't know how she does it.

The girls are quite sweet with him, even Lydia.  They crawl in his crib and give him hugs and kisses.  They are learning what gentle means and that poking his eyes is never a good idea. I've put all three in the bath at a couple of times which went better than expected. Benson might not feel that way if he could talk--Lydia kept poking his boy parts like it was a doorbell and she was an aggressive UPS man and Grace 'accidentally' poured water on his face multiples times.  They get positively get giddy when he pees in the tub--it's like the main event when that stream arcs across the tub.

All in all, life in our little house is crazy at times but very very fun.  Stay tuned for another post in two months :)