Life with Three

As I sit here listening to see if Noah is really asleep asleep and not just asleep ready to wake up and have me put him to sleep again, I can smell the spit up that is all down the front of my shirt from a few hours ago. I am thinking that there is no better time to write a little about some experiences I have had with our now expanded family.

I took my first trip with all three kids to the post office this week. I should have know better; there can be no other place as awful as the post office at peak time (when is peak time anyway, because no matter when I go, I seem to hit it!). Well, I had Mae carry the packages in while I carried Noah's car seat and held Ian's hand. When I got to the the back of the line, which was out the door, I set the car seat down and rotated between plugging Noah with his pacifier, and picking Ian off the floor where he had fallen like a limp noodle because he didn't want me to keep holding his hand. We were almost to the front of the line when Mae, who is supposed to be the easy on, knocked 15 envelopes, that were sitting out for sale, on the floor. I had to drag Ian over and help her clean them up.

Two days later I had my 6 week post partum OB visit. I don't know what I was thinking when I made the appointment, but I scheduled it right when Brad had class...so I got to take all three kids there too. I was a little more organized here. I strapped Ian in his stroller, had Mae push him and I carried Noah in his car seat. Noah was sleeping right up to the point that we went back the room. Although he had eaten one hour before, he wants to eat every time he wakes up--so he was not a happy little boy. Thank goodness one of the nurses came and got him and held him the rest of the appointment.

I was prepared with suckers and animal crackers for Mae and Ian, but the Dr. took so long to get into the room that those things were gone, and Mae was ticked that they didn't have any kid magazines. With nothing but a paper sheet covering me from the waist down, I sat in that room with Mae and Ian, trying to get Ian to stop kicking/hitting/and spitting on Mae and positioning him in his stroller just right so that he could reach any of the medical equipment or the posters on the walls. Mae didn't want to be there because she thought it was gross that I had to take my pants off and she kept commenting on this the entire appointment.

Finally, the Dr. came in and I strategically placed the kids where neither would see "anything" with the exam (this is when a lot of Ian kicking Mae went on). Thank goodness the nurse put Noah to sleep, so we left and had a relatively peaceful drive home.

Well...I survived my first week of real life with three kids and wonder what next week will bring.