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How many possible bad scenarios can you come up with?

Just kind of normal stuff

Kind of a strange weekend, time wise. But it's been a good one. Had my MOPS meeting on Friday, which was great. Duncan did better than I'd expected at drop off, well, correction...drop off was tough, but he was fine a few minutes later and had alot of fun once his friends showed up and he was no longer in the "early bird" room. The meeting? Total awesomeness. I have a fantastically fantastic MOPS group. Cannot say enough about it. My discussion group this year also holds a great deal of promise. Picked up Duncan, Claire and Finn after the meeting and everyone was happy, if not tired. Came home and Claire and Finn took nice long naps, which was good.

Because, later that night it was back to church for Marriage One on One. I expected Duncan to have a tough time again, because we spend alot of time at church and I'm nervous that he's going to get totally burned out. Again, drop off was tough, but there were no tears shed and when we picked him up later that night he was in a great mood and had obviously had fun. It was almost ten o'clock...and both babies were still awake and had not slept at all. OHmyGaWDtheyaregoingTObeSOstinKINGtired. Got everyone home, and in bed. Claire was a limp little baby girl and did not wake up when we took her out of the car seat but of course both boys...wide awake. Not for long, though.

However, this morning...no sleeping late for my kids. No way! Why should we sleep late?? Up and at 'em. Chocolate milk, bottles, some Cheerio, a little Lazy Town and we are ready to go. Naps were wonky today. Out of sync. Off schedule. Duncan had a fun, bowling alley birthday party and we had some family over throughout the day. Rained all day. Kids took late naps so were up late but now, at 9:32 everyone is still asleep and the Screaming Eagles of UNT are winning. It's rained all day, I've had yummy pumpkin candles burning and 2 cups of chai tea. So today? Gets about a 9 on a scale of 1-10.

Dinner and baths

Got all three kids fed at the table (hello September goal, I am looking at you). Duncan decided who would sit where, then proceeded to steal food off of Claire and Finn's trays but in the end everyone was full, if not disgustingly dirty. Hence, the immediate baths. I just bathe them in the sink in the kitchen. In part for sheer proximity to the high chairs and in part to save my 43 year old back. They love it and splash water everywhere. And suck on the faucet. Blech. In the end, everyone was clean and happy! And nobody peed on the floor before I got diapers on.

Granny's Green Daisy Cake

The green sprinkles were not my idea. Quelle surprise!

Sous Chefs

Today we made a birthday cake for Granny (see next post for finished product.) Claire and Finn only supervised, of course, until they grew too restless in their highchairs and had to get on the floor and crawl amongst my feet and stand right where I needed to be. But I digress. So, we made a lemon daisy cake which turned out pretty great. Until Duncan decided to taste the finished product and it now has a corner missing. But it was fun! I think I am instilling in my kids my love of cooking. Now for a big kitchen...

Finn

This child is...I just don't have words. He injures himself daily, if not more frequently. He is fearless and focused. I will admit to not keeping a constant eye on him, but almost always know where he is and what he's doing. Opening (and shutting...over and over and over again) cabinets, pulling on drapes, finding the router (what IS a router?) and pounding on it...oh I could go on and on. He has a big bruise on his forehead that appeared today but I have no idea how he got it...honestly. He may be the first one to the emergency room for an injury and not an illness (I'm looking at you my sweet Claire). He has six teeth and has no time for baby food. Just give him chunks of anything, and some crackers and he's good. And he eats...alot...and often. And gets very dirty. He and Duncan are going to keep me knee deep in laundry and trips to the grocery store. How my grocery shopping has changed (and will continue to do so!) since it was just Iain and me. Central Market was my regular grocery store of choice! It was just about the only place I shopped and would take my time, buy interesting new things, a couple of bottles of wine, expensive ice cream. Ha! Now I drive to the closest Albertson's, load them all in the nasty, disgusting car cart because I can fit the two babies in the top part and Duncan in the pink-eye-pit that is the "car" part of "car cart" and look for the "buy 1 get 2 free" meat specials. I am not a germaphobe but those car carts really do gross me out.

I digress.

I now buy two loaves of bread at once. Gallons of milk. 18 eggs instead of a dozen. And my children are still very small. What is my future going to be like?