Three Under Three

People have asked how the twins are doing with the new baby.

It's a good question. Especially since it was only a couple months ago that I was dealing with stereo screaming toddlers because THEY. WANTED. MAMA. NOW. ALL. TO. THEMSELVES.

I remember sitting on the living room floor, a bouncy toddler on each knee, screaming their G-D heads off because they did.not.want.to.share.me.  Our speech therapist was sitting across the room, eyeballing my swollen belly with concern.

"Can you believe I'm going to add a third to this mix?" I asked her.  She had no words of advice. Just more concerned looks.

I knew I was totally effed.

But we had taken steps to try and prep the twins. They were gifted baby dolls and we spent a lot of time talking about THEIR baby.* They were going to have a baby, it was in mommy's tummy, and you had to be gentle. They liked to lift up my shirt, point to my belly with a chubby finger, and say, "Baby." They liked to pepper my stomach with kisses.

Since she was born? They are AWESOME. They get excited when she's brought into the room and they love to give her kisses.  Finn held her hand in the car all yesterday and got upset that he couldn't maneuver out of his car seat to give her a kiss. Cassidy will shush her and try to rock her infant seat if she cries.

They both try to share inappropriate things with her, like cheez-its and sippy cups.

Rivalry has been almost non-existent and even their twin rivalry has diminished.

So, how are they doing?

(Cue the vomit-inducing cuteness)

Great.

It almost makes me want to have a fourth child.

Yeah right.

*This genius idea is credited to mah college bud, Leah, who has siblings who L-U-V love each other. It's good to have smarty pants friends.