This week lots of people have been asking me how I’ve been getting on with three. We’re all still alive, I don’t feel like standards have slipped too much, I haven’t had to send Jared any frantic texts and I’m getting enough sleep, so all in all – pretty good. However, I won’t be getting too comfortable; as I know children have a habit of shaking things up once you get cosy.
This is the boys at bedtime – they always like to have a play with their electric toothbrushes before Jared and I clean them properly, and I love how the sun streams in to mark the end of the day.
W: Whenever O is crying Win tries so hard to make him happy – going up and down the stairs bringing him toys, stuffed animals and talking to him too.
R: Ru takes every opportunity to get his fuzzy head as close to Otto’s face as possible. His favourite lines are: “Mum, I want that baby”, “Mum, can I cuddle that baby?”, “Where is that baby?” and “I want to kiss that baby”.
O: I’d definitely forgotten what it’s like not to have evenings to myself any more. All three boys take up my day and then O is fussy all evening from about 5, but there is enjoyment in it that wasn’t there with my first because I know it doesn’t last forever.