A day in the life with triplets and a 2 year old
This pretty much sums up a normal day for me:
SERIOUSLY!!! ???
Qui, c'est vrai.
I am so in love with Quinn and the babies. I wondered if I would be able to love the babies as much as I love Quinn. The good news is that your capacity to love seems exponential. I am so deliriously happy I cannot get over it. Sure it might be sheer exhaustion talking, but things really seem to be going well. It isn't as hard as I thought it would be (not that it is easy) and I am finding joy in the smallest of things. Not to sound like a bible-banger or anything, but I really think God gave us these babies for a reason and must have thought I could handle it.
It's like a fricking Rodgers and Hammerstein musical around here with a lot of the lyrics revolving around barf and baby poop with the occasional getting urinated upon chorus.