The other day, someone asked me how life with three kids was working out. Even though O has only been with our family for a month and a half, it feels like it's been much longer. It feels like he's always been there. Mind you, I no longer have him to blame for bumping into things (perks of having a big ol' pointy belly) nor can I use the, "But, the baby really wants me to eat chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream right NOW" excuses either.
Life with my three is good. Really good. We are all still adjusting, and I've quickly learned that sometimes, I'm miraculously able to make all three happy at once. I'm also able to miraculously (or maybe not-so-miraculosly) make all three cry like crazy at once as well. I've yet to join that cry-fest along with them, but I'm just waiting for my invite to come in the mail.
Since O has joined us, I've also come to realize that I'm not superhuman. Not that I have ever thought that, but i'm certainly nowhere near close to entertaining that thought right now either. I'm okay with getting just a couple of things checked off my to-do list daily because I know right now my season is this: a slow moving whirlwind that can be heard from miles away, and you don't want to take your eyes off of it so you don't miss anything. And it also spews throw-up on you several times a day.
So on mornings where we don't take S to school, you can often find us cuddled together in bed watching our favorite shows. I act as the referee between my older two since they will inevitably choose different shows, and occasionally they'll let me doze off...which is astonishing because Doc McStuffins really knows how to make polka-dot-itis and squirm-a-tosis absolutely riveting. (Sorry, Disney, you'll have to call my lawyers before using any made up disease I come up with on this blog. I know they're good.)
Did you know that Chris is a sock guy? I guess if you just know us through our blog you wouldn't, but my husband opened up doors to the wonderful world of socks through the years that we've been married. You should see his sock drawer. It is in-sane. The nice thing is that I always know what I can get him for Christmas. And you can bet he is always super excited to open up a pair of socks. He has fortunately (or unfortunately) passed his sock fetish on to the rest of us, so when Foot Cardigan reached out to us, it was an absolute no brainer.
Foot Cardigan is a company that allows you to purchase a sock subscription, and they also make kids socks. Their socks are fun and definitely not ones you'd find just anywhere. And don't ask me how many days in a row Pato wore his socks...no for real, don't ask me. Good thing he has such stinking cute feet. And how perfect are Pato's duck socks?? (For those who don't know, Pato means "duck" in Spanish.) He likes to pretend that his socks quack, and it pretty much melts me.
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