What Were We Thinking?

I'm not sure how or when or why we decided that having 3 boys in less than four years was a good idea. There is about 5 years of my life that are a complete blurr of diapers & bottles, cribs & carseats, strollers & diaper bags. I call it a blurr because that is exactly what it was. I have good memories of their early years, but it's all stored in my memory as a big blur. It's kind of like in the movie Mary Poppins. When all the beautiful chalk drawings begin to fade away with the rain. You can still see that they were something quite amazing, but you can't quite make out the details.



Now, we are at a different stage, I call it The Age of the Arguement. Not having any brothers or sisters myself, I was completely unprepaired for what was coming. My life now consists of, avoiding arguements, breaking up arguments, and screaming as loud as I can that the "FIGHTING MUST STOP IMMEDIATLEY or MOMMY IS GOING TO GO CRAZY!" To which one of my angel children usually replies, "Mom, you're already crazy." Not having siblings myself, I still was not neive enough to think that my children would never fight. I just figured the fighting woud be about important things, like who gets the biggest piece of chocolate cake. This is important, and I can really get on board with an argument like this. However, at my house, the fights tend to be more along the lines of, "He took the yellow plate and I wanted the yellow plate." Moms turn to intervene and impart some knowledge. "Now boys, focus here, the question of, who gets the biggest piece of cake, is being ignored so that you can argue about colors?" This is replied with, "But it's my turn to have the yellow plate, he had it last time" I give up, grab the blue plate, which clearly has the biggest piece of cake, and hoof it to the bathroom where I lock the door, turn up the radio and enjoy every last crumb of the delicious chocolate cake. Smiling to myself because I got the biggest piece.