is filled again. A new little guy came on Saturday and life is hustling and bustling all over again.
I love three though. I really think it's a magical number. What's not to love about:
3 carseats in a civic
3 showers/baths back to back
3 teeny pairs of shoes lined up with three cartoon character backpacks by the back door
3 story books (plus mine) at bedtime
3 mouths laughing at each other in the back seat of the car
3 kids' eyeballs looking for each other as we pick up each one from the next daycare (ok, so the 3 daycare thing is not something to love, but hoping that will change soon)
3 cuties at the dinner table to play "word games" with...though admittedly, it's still a bit tough for sister and our new friend doesn't speak much either, but at least Curly and I can pretend they get their own turns
I love what a new kiddo has brought out in Curly and Sister. It happened with the Little Monkey too. Different concerns, different play, different personalities. It's always an adventure at first to figure out foods and habits and fears. Add Curly's constant questions to the mix and the world is never silent. But for now, it's good, and we're hoping that's the way it stays.
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