We also have started giving them their big naps in their cribs...they prefer their taco beds in the living room and they are not afraid to let you know- for about 3 hours. They take turns. I swear gg and becks agree to sleep for 15 if the other will scream as loud as possible, then they trade off for the entire 3 hours. Riggs on the other hand sleeps through all of it or patiently waits for 4pm while staring at his mobile. Then after the 4 o'clock feed we are usually back on schedule until late night when sister decides to take on the night alone and scream every 2 hours( like clock work). We should buy stock in saline.
While at the doc, we talked a bit about RSV season and did you guys know its about 1500 a shot and they need six a season?! WhAT? They say some insurance companies cover half, some all...so they will ask and we will see. They say some people just decide not to take their kids anywhere in public during that season in lieu of the shots. DID YALL know the season in Waco is OCT-MArch? What the heck? It would make sense for them to pay for it considering the hospital bill that would accrue if they actually do get it.
So our weekend consisted of on and off random naps, some cookie baking, lots of family(and some visits from Mindy, my besty who is home from England) some errand running on sunday while we had a sitter, some projects like painting the kids book spool we made, some golf, a little sun and an AHmazing walk with the kiddos in this incredibly cool weather. Because of the lack of sleep at night they welcomed the walk and loved being outside. We used their bob shades to pull down to block the wind and I think the fresh air did them good. Tonight Cooper our dog will get to go....yesterday he looked like we had left him at the pound when we left him behind.
I'm pretty private and have always had issues sharing private information so blogging has always felt a little weird, especially through the fertility cycles. But lately people have asked personal questions like if triplets have taken a toll on our marriage so when I received this email from my aunt today I couldn't help but to share with my readers.
You see, we tried to get pregnant for a long time so, while of course we are exhausted and almost to tears some days because of lack of sleep, we never forget the nights we didn't sleep and shed tears over not having a baby to hold. Our relationship was never rocky through that struggle. If anything, we felt we came up short for each other. Always longing to give the other what we desired. So now when Whit looks at me with tired eyes(even though it's his turn to soothe the screaming baby) we don't fight, we are selfless and think more about the other. When I am so tired I am teary, he rallies the troops and has several feeds organized- that I do not have to participate in...so I can catch a long stretch. In fact, our entire feed group of ladies does this for both of us...My next blog will be all about those ladies....stay tuned, those gals are dynamite.
For now, enjoy this burnt biscuits story below...I think we can all take something from the text.
When I was a kid, my Mom liked to make breakfast food for
dinner every now and then. I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, very hard day at work.
On that evening so long ago, my Mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed!
Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my
Mom and ask me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that ugly burned biscuit. He ate every bite of that thing... Never made a face nor uttered a word about it!
When I got up from the table that evening, I remember
hearing my Mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I'll never forget what he said: "Honey, I love burned biscuits every now and then."
Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides - a little burned biscuit never hurt anyone!"
As I've grown older, I've thought about that many times.
Life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people. I'm not the best at anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else. But what I've learned over the years is that learning to accept each other's faults - and choosing to celebrate each other's differences - is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.
And that's my prayer for you today... That you will learn
to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and lay them at the feet of God. Because in the end, He's the only One who will be able to give you a relationship where a burnt biscuit isn't a deal-breaker!
We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship!
"Don't put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket - keep it in your own." So, please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burned one will do just fine.
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