A House Full of Girls

Three girls in less than 2 years. Yes, we do have our hands full, but so are our hearts.

Friday, February 03, 2006

It's 5 o'clock Somewhere

I just finished putting the twins down for a nap and I am definitely in need of a drink now. Allison and Bridget both had their own separate meltdowns. And the morning started so nicely too. The twins actually slept until 8 today. For the past 2 weeks, they've been getting up at 7 so the extra hour to lay in bed snoozing and nursing Erin was nice. We then watched an episode or two of Calliou (We can't get enough Calliou around here. Thank God for OnDemand and my new DVR.), had breakfast and Erin took an hour nap. We had nothing else to do and Bridget has been asking for pink sunglasses (long story) so I decided to pack everyone up and head to Target.

I love Target. They have so much stuff that I don't even realize that I am in desperate need of until I'm there and somehow stuff just keeps ending up in my cart. I swear I cannot leave that store without spending at least $75. Not to mention it is one of the only stores around that has shopping carts that will accommodate all three of my children.

So after risking my children's lives in the parking lot and getting them strapped into the cart we headed into the snack area to get some popcorn to keep them happy while I shop. They were actually really good in the store. At least 3 people stopped me today to ask me if they were all mine. I don't understand why people have such a hard time accepting it. It actually pretty funny. You can see the wheels turning in their heads trying to calculate the ages and figure out if it is possible.

Thinking that I was being really nice, I bought another set of pretend baby bottles for the girls' dolls. They are really into playing mommy right now and fight over the baby bottles a lot. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Haven't I learned anything in the past 27 months? Of course they are going to fight over the new bottles. Why did I buy only one pack? When we get home, Bridget insists that both the new milky ba ba and the new juicy ba ba both are hers. All kinds of craziness then ensues. Hitting, screaming, biting, kicking, hair pulling. Where are my nice, well-mannered little girls and who left these two crazy people here instead? So, long story short we spent the next hour and a half alternately in tears or time-out until I managed to get them into their cribs for nap time. I swear somedays I just want to fall into a heap outside their door after I put them down.

Is 3:45 too early to start drinking?

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