Three year olds talk A LOT. And I only understand roughly half of what this particular one is saying.

Throwing sippies is a thing. Who knew it was so pleasurable for little boys to throw their cups?

I woke up every time someone coughed last night, which was a lot, and then remained anxiously awake for the next 30-60 minutes.

Is this the moment where I take up drinking coffee in the morning?

By the time Jeremy got out of the shower all three children were dressed. Why yes, I am patting myself on the back right now.

Livia’s internal motivation could power the earth if we could harness it on the rare moments it shows up with vim and vigor. I can’t take credit for dressing her; she did that herself in record time.

Also, Livia is an excellent big sister. Even though she does forget that the three year old is terrified of monster and continues to talk about them.

These little people are new to me and this whole gig is going to take some getting used to.

I feel like a babysitter right now.

I am trying very very very hard to live in the moment, which means not worrying about the future. A planner by nature, I can’t do so in this situation. I need to be a mom and also support their mom. I need to be flexible, respectful, easy to work with and knowledgeable.

I need to love people the way Jesus loves people.

I totally can’t do that. So as we take [pausing to take the baby’s hand out of the trashcan] on this giant responsibility, we ask that you pray for us constantly. We need it. We know God hears and gives grace. He loves these little bitties more than anyone does and we need him to impart that godly love to us. Thanks a million times over for praying.