Yes, these three. These three are the wrecking crew that have invaded my house one little baby at a time. Looking at the picture above, it doesn't look possible that these three can wreak more havoc than a bunch of fraternity boys at a keg party. But it's true.
The oldest just turned five years old. He's the ring leader. The girls adore him and rightly so. He's a pistol. Moody, temperamental, high-strung, sweet, stubborn, perfectionist and sharp as a tack. He's full of energy and has an imagination that keeps me guessing who he's pretending to be from one minute to the next. And never have I seen a kid who likes to change clothes as much as the oldest does. It's exhausting. Every time I turn around he's sporting a new look. I can't keep up with what's clean and what's not. So, in our latest effort to police the amount of clothes he dirties up in a day, D and I have allowed the oldest to pack a gym bag. He can wear anything in the gym bag anytime he wants. If he strays outside the gym bag, he's dog meat. So far, it's working out well. Will keep you posted.
The middle is a firecracker. She's sweet and pretty. She has a great sense of humor and makes D and me laugh all the time. Aside from worrying about her being the middle child, she really hasn't presented any challenges that ... well, can't be controlled. Of course she has her occasional temper tantrum. And she gets into some fashion of trouble pretty regularly. But for the most part she's really pleasant. My fear is she's not getting the attention she deserves. You know ... not the oldest and not the baby. The husband and I make specific efforts to share with her all the great qualities God has given her. Her sweet nature (with a strong hint of zesty sass) is hypnotizing. I just keep holding my breath, waiting for her to act out or up. She's three years old. Wiser women tell me the middle will make her way in time ... it's called teen years. Wah!!!
The youngest just started walking. Need I go any further? She's into EVERYTHING. The lazy susan hasn't seen this much action in years. She DEMANDS attention. At 13 months old, if she wants it - whatever it may be - she better dang well get it or her entire body stiffens out like a board, her face turns this pinkie-crimson sort of color and a squeal that could break glass erupts from her scrunched up little mouth. She follows the other two around. She sleeps all night - praise Jesus. And she laughs and smiles a lot. She's chubby and cute. Even the other two spoil her. It's yet to be seen what my major point of concern will be with her.
Well, that's just a overview of my these three kiddos. They are much deeper, more complicated and lovable than I could ever convey with mere words. When I look at them, snuggled together in momma and D's bed, I pray I never know a world without them ... my three!
The oldest just turned five years old. He's the ring leader. The girls adore him and rightly so. He's a pistol. Moody, temperamental, high-strung, sweet, stubborn, perfectionist and sharp as a tack. He's full of energy and has an imagination that keeps me guessing who he's pretending to be from one minute to the next. And never have I seen a kid who likes to change clothes as much as the oldest does. It's exhausting. Every time I turn around he's sporting a new look. I can't keep up with what's clean and what's not. So, in our latest effort to police the amount of clothes he dirties up in a day, D and I have allowed the oldest to pack a gym bag. He can wear anything in the gym bag anytime he wants. If he strays outside the gym bag, he's dog meat. So far, it's working out well. Will keep you posted.
The middle is a firecracker. She's sweet and pretty. She has a great sense of humor and makes D and me laugh all the time. Aside from worrying about her being the middle child, she really hasn't presented any challenges that ... well, can't be controlled. Of course she has her occasional temper tantrum. And she gets into some fashion of trouble pretty regularly. But for the most part she's really pleasant. My fear is she's not getting the attention she deserves. You know ... not the oldest and not the baby. The husband and I make specific efforts to share with her all the great qualities God has given her. Her sweet nature (with a strong hint of zesty sass) is hypnotizing. I just keep holding my breath, waiting for her to act out or up. She's three years old. Wiser women tell me the middle will make her way in time ... it's called teen years. Wah!!!
The youngest just started walking. Need I go any further? She's into EVERYTHING. The lazy susan hasn't seen this much action in years. She DEMANDS attention. At 13 months old, if she wants it - whatever it may be - she better dang well get it or her entire body stiffens out like a board, her face turns this pinkie-crimson sort of color and a squeal that could break glass erupts from her scrunched up little mouth. She follows the other two around. She sleeps all night - praise Jesus. And she laughs and smiles a lot. She's chubby and cute. Even the other two spoil her. It's yet to be seen what my major point of concern will be with her.
Well, that's just a overview of my these three kiddos. They are much deeper, more complicated and lovable than I could ever convey with mere words. When I look at them, snuggled together in momma and D's bed, I pray I never know a world without them ... my three!
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