And so two year-old Funnygirl tells the five-year-old Princess this morning "You need patience, honey." Funny how the two year-old gets that. Patience is hard on a kid. My kids are needless to say, not the best at waiting. The first example is the breakfast table: "Mommmeeeee! I need my cuppy!" "I want my Cheerios!" "Bitie-mans! I need my Bitie-mans!" (translation - vitamins -- which are gummy and look like candy. You'd want one, too.) Princess, as the oldest has struggled with patience the most. And she has learned the most. She had to be patient when mommy spent weeks in teh hospital with those babies in her belly. She had to be patient when we spent ALOT of time feeding those little rascals. She has had to be patient when the triplets are into danger and I need to run to them instead of clasp that toy necklace around her neck. "But mooooom! Help meeeee!" She gets it honest. My sister and I are champion whiners and im...
Jesus, take the wheel. It's been a ride. Raising teenage girls (including triplets). Lots of wisdom to share. Lots of weaknesses to share. Lots of wit. And despite it all, no, I am not crazy. Jesus, take the wheel. (I think I already said that.)