I had always wondered what it would be like to have three kids. From the perspective of having two kids, three seemed untenable. And yet we marched forward, certain that we wanted three in spite of considerable doubt that we’d actually be able to handle it. Eight weeks in, I can honestly say that we’re hanging in there. It helps that August has been a model child so far. He cries when he’s hungry. We feed him. He stops crying.
But there are certain moments when the threeness of our progeny makes itself felt in conspicuous ways.
Grocery shopping for example. I am now forced to use those funny, long carts with the two extra seats.
Correction. I now gratefully depend on those funny, long carts. They are my salvation.
Further, there is no such thing as “just making pancakes.”
Now there is, “making pancakes while bouncing a baby.” All that is required is a slight adjustment of expectations and a modicum of ankle dexterity. I struggle with the latter requirement, but continue to get by.
And lastly, we’ve run out of beds. Kato now has to sleep in a paper bag.
Frankly, he doesn’t seem to mind.
On the flip side, there are certain advantages to having three kids.
Like an extra set of hands at bath time.
And we finally have the answer to that age-old question: how many people does it take to change a diaper?
The answer is three, of course. Of course, it takes three.
Funny that it only used to take two. And before that, just one.
What a lovely post.
I have so many answers now.
I am finally content.
This last picture is bliss.
OH MY GOSH!!!!! Kato in a bag. I want one!
Many hands make light work, eh?
And that “product shot” of Dawn could be a whole new angle for them. Who knew?
Clare: That Dawn placement was no accident. How else do you think we pay for all those diapers?
Clare: Dirty secret (ironically) re: the Dawn – it’s actually full of an econo-brand dishsoap that comes in an enormous bottle that won’t fit on our countertop. Sorry, Dawn. Matthew, you’ll just have to send back all the money you’ve been taking from Dawn. Where is it, anyway?
Matthew, I always knew you to be a brave man…I am reminded of that in the first pic in this post. My children are 3 and 4…I used to take both, then one, now I can’t tolerate any…I must go it alone or my brain explodes, what a mess in the middle of Weis Markets. You are my hero…truly.
I think that the game of trying to pat your head and rub your tummy at the same time is excellent practice for parenting, which requires serious acts of dexterity. Good job on the pancake making.