Good News!

Our upstairs bathroom is finished! Joe (the "working Joe" as my kids call him to differentiate between him and my daughter) has been sprinting to the end of this project and tonight we're DONE. When we got home from Thanksgiving at Bear Lake and saw the progress Joe had made on the bathroom (specifically a tub and sink!) I asked Ryan for permission to kiss him. Ryan said something about that being okay if he could give Joe a good smack on the rear. Joe was very uncomfortable when we told him of our affections for him. We decided not to go through with our plan ... didn't want to scare him away before he'd finished.

It's hard to say which individual in our family was the most excited about a tub. We battled over who got to use it first. Ryan totally pulled out the trump "I'm sick" card. Lame. How could I compete with that? First time I wanted a fever in my life. Here are pictures of the kids enjoying their new tubby.

I have been feeling so sentimental the last few days. I don't know what it is... maybe the holidays approaching. But this morning I've been grieving the loss of time.

So much of motherhood for me thus far has been knee deep in diapers, spit up, throw up, waking multiple times a night, and fussy babies with separation anxiety. There have been so many moments spent stretching for increased patience and telling myself, "This too shall pass."

I will one day sleep through the night again.
Atticus will one day keep his hunderwear dry.
Maggie will one day gain weight and accept someone else's comforting lap.

So I'm surprised at myself this morning. On this Monday morning I do not want another minute to pass. I don't want peaceful nights or an empty lap.

But I do want Atticus potty trained.

Right now I ach for every single moment I've spent comforting one of my children. Those times I've been able to ease pain or fear. Or know at that precise moment they are 100% content.

I just finished looking through Jo and Atticus's baby books. My heart hurts that they will never again be babies. I know I could never keep up with triplets. And yet I yearn for Jo, Atticus, and Maggie to all be infants- right now.

Even though so many conversations were spent looking for advice and guidance and asking the question- "when will this stage be over?" In this very moment, right now, I'm wishing so badly I could somehow have all the moments back, feel the amazing- indescribable joy of each one. And not have those moments pass. I wish they could be ever with me. That I could, with all of my senses, remember everything. And forever have an Atticus holding my neck, a Maggie snuggling her snotty nose into my chest, and a Jo forcing my head to kiss me right on the lips.

Boy have these kids done a number on my heart!

Halloween

Josephine and Atticus loved trick or treating this year... not a big surprise, right? We started about 6 and ended at 8:30- after Ryan and I finally called it quits. Two and a half hours. I feel like that's a long time for a 4 year old and 3 year old. Mr. Atticus was an elephant, Jo was a flower (I bought the clothes from savers and glued petals around her hood), Maggie was a duck, Ryan was a Newsie, and I went as a Mom who didn't have time to dress up:).

Please note how far out her little bottom sticks. Pretty pinch-able!

I will tell you what- walking around town with Ryan is like being with a celebrity. His students love him a lot.

Driving to the "trunk or treat" first! Can't you just FEEL the excitement from these two!

And you HAVE to end the night by checking out your booty. The kids are now loaded. I'm not sure what to do about this since I am on a "no sugar diet" until Thanksgiving. So I can't even help them out!

Hope you all had a Happy Halloween too!