“hey, can you guys get up?” Lincoln runs back and forth from my side to Matt’s side to my side.
“what time is it?”
“It’s 46. 46 o’clock.”
“really? are you sure?”
“um, actually it’s 65 o’clock. it’s 65. that means time to get up.”
“well, it it’s only 65 o’clock then that means we get to sleep for another hour.”
I really can’t complain about sleep at all at this point. Last night no one woke up until 4:30, and that was Lincoln asking for a cup of milk. Not bad. Not bad at all. After about four years straight of being up every 2-3 hrs, a night of 6 hours straight is comparable to a Fuji vacation.
Life has actually gotten quite fun lately. I remember with each kid how easy and fun they became once they hit a year. Right now they are all three at good stages. Stella is coming out of her rough spot of ‘The Twos’. Jack is at that adorable Still Baby but Almost Big Kid stage. and Lincoln is coming up on four and had become quite the companion. Matt and I both agree that going somewhere with just Lincoln is better than going somewhere alone. Mainly because Lincoln usually serves up an amusing commentary for whatever trip or errand you are on, making even the dullest trip to get milk or gas fairly enjoyable.
I’m actually shocked in general how easy life has gotten with them. we can leave the house now. and not have every trip end in screaming and tears. I can usually manage a trip to the grocery store with all three, even during the busy after work hours. Stella walks by my side and *gasp* stays by my side. Lincoln and Jack sit calmly in the cart. We’ve gone swimming solo and have plans to go to the aquarium and go hiking. Yeah, hiking with all three. That’s how easy they’ve gotten.
This new freedom is an odd feeling. I’ve kind of gotten used to feeling like I’m constantly on house arrest. In any of the previous years or months the thought of running to the store for milk would give me a headache or a panic attack. Most people reading this probably think I’m a pansy. The whole “Get Over Yourself Babies Aren’t That Hard” mentality. yeah, one baby isn’t. Two babies aren’t so much (kinda). But three are. And it was even harder when two of them were in various stages of ‘The Twos’. aka random, unpredictable bouts of screaming and throwing things. It generally takes us 25 min to just get everyone buckled into their carseats. That alone is usually reason enough for me to not go anywhere.
But it’s over. Thing 1 and Thing 2 are out of ‘The Twos’. Thing 3 will hit them soon, but when he does, he will be the only one. and the rest of us are pretty good at diffusing bombs at this point. He’s out numbered. Life is opening up. We can confidently go to the store. the farmers market. take a trip to the city. We still spend a lot of time at home, but that’s mainly because I am antisocial by nature and prefer my solitude. (as solitary as my life is with my traveling circus).
Three kiddos in less that 2.5 years wasn’t exactly the easiest way to go. There were a lot of tears, a lot of struggles. But I wouldn’t have done it any differently. Even now when I realize with nostalgia that all my baby days are over, I also immediately rejoice that ALL MY BABY DAYS ARE OVER! and then I start packing for our next adventure. because yeah, we can leave the house now.