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Three Kids?  No Problem!

Since Priscilla is about to have three kids and I’ve well, “been there done that,” I thought I’d offer her a little insight into what it’s like to be “outnumbered.”

I personally think three is the perfect number of kids for our family and I love their age differences and even the order in which we had them (two boys and then a girl).  However.  It does come with its challenges and crazy moments.  Especially in the beginning.

Some things to expect with three…

You get smiled at more in public.  It’s probably a half smile of “omg she’s got a lot of loud kids with her, no wonder she looks frazzled I feel so sorry for her” smile, but I’ll take it.

A small SUV CAN hold 2 car seats and a booster.  Unfortunately.  Although my husband is all good with this fact.  (Priscilla probably already has a mini-van, just like the rest of the mom world…)

You’ll save money! Let me set the scene.  You’re at target.  One kid at school – check. Baby in infant carrier takes up most of cart.  Toddler refuses to sit in front part of cart and wants to “walk” along with you.  Toddler runs away.  Baby starts to cry. You get the 3 things you ABSOLUTELY need (including a Mucho Grande Latte at the in-store SB) and get the heck outta there.

You can continue to use the double stroller.  Unless one or both children likes to pull hair.  Then?  Not so much.

You have a “gopher” in the oldest child.  He/she will get you pretty much anything for the new baby, like a diaper, a bottle or a pacifier.  Especially if you offer them two cookies and a new bike.

Only one child can cry at a time.  I totally figured this was a rule but it SO is not.  Who knew?  They can ALL cry at the same time, really loudly and for completely different reasons all while you’re trying to make dinner.  This is the point when your head might pop off your neck.  BUT!  It’s okay because once you pop a boob or bottle in the baby’s mouth and lock put the other two in their humungous closet room to play quietly together all is fine.

You will get to shower! Once or twice a week at least!

The third child magically turns into a toddler OVERNIGHT and can do stuff for him/herself. You know like get all up in his/her older siblings stuff that GOD FORBID THEY TOUCH and/or climb on chairs that then lead to them standing on top of the counter, smiling in spite of themselves (hypothetically of course…).

So, see Priscilla?  It’s a walk in the park.  A dark park at night with scary animals lurking in the shadows but a park nonetheless!

Good Luck girl!  You’re gonna rock this mom-of-three gig! I just know it!