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So, here's how it is. I was so worried about life with 3 kids, I would think things like, "what if I can't handle this" or "HOW does anyone do this", and finally, "too late now, here we are". Turns out, I loooove my kids, and I was right to have such thoughts. Life is crazy around here. Not quite asylum crazy, more like funhouse crazy. You never know what you're going to step in, I literally get dizzy from going around cleaning the same things over and over, it's noisy, and-let's face it smells kind of weird sometimes. Tink and Kermit are great, they always crack me up and they love to help with Smalls. They do have their moments still, you know the ones-where you kind of want to just put them away in a box like you do with puppies. Never in my life did I think I would have to scream out, "Ethan, quit letting the Bakugans shoot the Pet Shop!" While Tink is running out of her room frantically with her arms full of little tiny Pet shop pets.

The first grade humor around here is getting out of control. My children are positive that if you say the word poop in place of anything ie. "tonight for dinner we're having chicken and poop" it is absolutely hilarious. Sometimes it makes me want to squeeze the poop out of them-but then I would have to clean it up, so see-not hilarious.

The other night, Rambo was at work, but there was a ward party, so I decided the kids and I would go. It was fun, there was the ceremonious running through the halls (all the kids were doing it mom). So when it came time to leave, I had 2 very tired children (hallelujah!) On the way home, Tink was so funny. She sat in her seat with her head tilted back and her eyes closed very tight, she then announced, "MOOOOM, I CAN'T SEE MY BRAIN!" Followed up with, "Ethan, turn on the light." I was dying laughing.

Kermit very seriously explained to Tink that even if he turned the light on she would not be able to see her brain because her eyes had to be closed to see it, but when you close your eyes everything goes dark anyway.

This is the very first scientific discussion Tink has ever had.

I know one day she will be brilliant, however, at this point I think we should just plan on her being a stunt woman someday.

Tink is incredible with Smalls. She loves her to pieces (almost literally). She collects stuffed animals from everywhere in the house and puts them all around Smalls. Poor baby, she has no idea what to think of her siblings. They know exactly how they feel about her though, they adore her, to a scary point sometimes. We are very grateful she has made it this far.



Isn't she absolutely precious? Her hand isn't weird in real life, it's perfect ( I just caught her in a moment of action-packed baby waving).

I beg her every day to just stay like this.

Look at this sweet blanket, her Aunt Tricia made it-yep, that's right folks MADE IT! It smells wonderful and it's soft and sweet, it's perfect. Thank you thank you thank you Aunt Tricia.

The cute little duckies jammies are from Grammy, they are the "Grammy jammies" ha! I just thought that up all by myself. I'll be here all week.

Look how cute the edges are of this blanket, they're all ruffley, how did she do that? My sis is amazing.

And check out those cheeks! They're coming in nicely, I love to just chew on them.

And thank you Aunt Camille for they beautiful dresses! Tink couldn't wait to wear her "spot dress" so she's worn it a couple times. Smalls doesn't fit into her's just yet, we'll get there though (even thought I'm seriously trying to talk her out of growing altogether.)

Anyway, life with 3 is nuts, and hilarious, and wonderful, and busy. Sometimes an asylum doesn't sound so bad...

But just for me-and only sometimes.

Love to everyone!!!