Spanked myself there at the end..

I always hear an internal drum roll as I begin to think of the first line of a blog entry.  It pleases me.


Ten full minutes later, I am still sitting here and still hearing the drum roll. 


So, it appears I have nothing too witty to start out my blog tonight, folks.


*insert now obnoxious drum roll sound here*

As many of you know, I am now the Momma of 3 utterly precious goons. And let me tell you what, having two goons was a breeze- having 3 is actually a little more challenging in some areas that I just wasn't prepared for!

 For a completely miniscule example, bath time... I can put the ladies in the tub and then get the gentleman in his little tub on the floor next to the big tub- but then keep in mind I have to wash the boy and get him out and diapered before I get the girls out BUT I can't wash the girls too soon in the tub because then they will get bored and either continually try to stand up OR decide it is an AMAZING idea to splash the majority of the water to the floor. I honestly can not choose which one I would rather deal with- 

*hands on cheeks, tilting head, eyes rolling wildly, you know, that crazy 50's house wife "I just can't decide which dish to make for supper for the life of me" look*

On one hand you have the possibility of them slipping in the tub while mom's yelling "sit on your bum!" and on the other hand... they could be kicking each other splashing the water out of the tub, upping the possibility of slipping to the outside of the tub and to all of us and mom is yelling "stop that splashing!" 

Either way... someone is still bound to slip somewhere and mom is still hollering about something!

And I know, I know "but Momma B, why can't you just bath them when your husband gets home or one at a time during the day..." I wont make a list of the "things we have tried", lets just say we landed on this as the easier way... Such is life with 3 goons, under the age of 3. 

I love the chaos. Not so much the whining, but pretty much every other part. God is so gracious to point out the humor and preciousness behind it all. Sometimes, I am so tired and just unwilling to keep it together and miss those humorous times and even how precious it all is and later... it saddens me. I get my whole "epic failure" on and miss some pretty awesome heart moments as I pout, I am sure of it. That is not God's will for my life, or my kids. 

I think I just encouraged myself there. I hope you are too.