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Sunday, July 29, 2012

I wanna be three again.

I've been feeling nostalgic lately. A little uneasy with how fast my babies are growing up. 
Uneasy because the downfall to triplets is that once a moment is gone, it's gone. You don't get the luxury of knowing there will be that same 'first' again with another child. Nope. All for one and one for all. And my babies are growing up. And there have been a lot of 'firsts', but also a lot of 'lasts.' 

They start preschool this week. {Gulp}

(Assuming they kick this silly cold/cough/stomach bug they picked up somewhere.) 

THAT has me wanting to take them back to the NICU and start all over. It makes me want to go back to the days where we instinctively prepared 18 bottles a day and changed 21 diapers a day. Those days were so much harder than our days now, but I'd take them back. In a heartbeat.  

However, we all know I can't. So in the meantime, I'm just admiring what fun it is to be 3. And 3. 
And 3. My kids are the best of friends and the worst of enemies. They're creative and adventurous. They're silly and feisty. They're stubborn and destructive. They're lovable and oh, so polite. 

I could spend all day just watching them -like a fly on a wall-listening to the games they create and the silly things they say to one another. 

They make me want to be 3 again. They make me want to experience life as a triplet.

They catch bugs....

Well, they try anyway. 
This grasshopper seems to have other ideas. 
But then again, Ethan looks pretty determined. 

Hooray for Ponka! Ponka caught him! 

And did you know that when you're three, 'This little piggy' never gets old??

And neither do half eaten 'black donuts!'  
When you're three, playing with the hose in the backyard never gets boring. Even when mom scolds you for wasting water, you quickly retort, "But Mo'oooom, I'm watering my garden." Um. Okay, Hunter Olivia. Whatever you say. Never mind that we don't HAVE a garden. 

 And story time never grows old either. Nana loves to read to these guys. 
 And trucks. Well, they're the bomb. 
 And rain storms totally rock. 

 Cuz Nana will let you go out in the street and stomp in all the puddles! 

 And shouldn't we all stop and taste the rain once in a while? 

 I wanna be three. 

 This is the posture of one happy little boy! 
 And this is the grumpy face of my hubby. How I love him AND his grumpiness. 
 Happy girl.  

There. That should tide us over for a few days. Preschool starts this week and there WILL be photos taken. THAT I assure you. Stay tuned.  :) 

Happy Almost August everyone! 


The Alexanders said...

So cute! Although I have never seen a half eaten black donut...my boys shove the entire thing in at once :)

Beverly Dowd said...

I feel you pain Amy. My oldest is 3 too, and I almost feel like he will be leaving me when he starts preschool since he has only been in daycare briefly once. He has always been by my side. I miss him when I run an errand sometimes! We will just have a bunch of new first times to look forward to. :o)

Anabelle said...

Nana makes me want to go play in the puddles (or lake) the next time we have a monsoon. I think my 4 year old would love that!

Sigh. Why do they have to grow???

Jeremy DeBauche said...

Wow, being three is actually pretty fun now that you mention it!

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