When we decided to go for #3, we reasoned that we'd have a pretty crappy 2-3 years and then it might even out a little. Well, we were right. Having three kids is freaking hard and it was a rough first 2 years for sure, but I see a dim light at the end of the tunnel which I'm beginning to think I'll only reach upon my ascent into heaven. Daily life is calming down somewhat in that the 'baby' is potty trained and has a strong desire to do everything possible 'all by myself'. She can go potty all by herself, which is possibly one of the greatest moments in the life of a mother of a toddler. It unleashes a new kind of freedom where the worry that your little one will leave puddles and pee soaked clothes around the house vanishes. That's big. I love giving her a high five on a successful potty experience rather than changing a diaper full of stinky poo.
All three kids play together, and I no longer have to separately entertain the baby, which is big and means I can begin to reclaim a little bit of my own life back. With that, however, comes arguments and serious matters of justice (NOTHING is ever fair). There's no way that's ending until they are all in college, maybe longer. And, the older they get, the more I realize that once we exit one stage, we just enter another stage that we were totally unprepared for. We are now getting into homework and lots of extracurricular activities, but just the fact that all three of them can walk on their own, get into the car and not wear diapers makes all the craziness a little easier. After that will be the tweens, then the teens, then driving, then . . . it's never ending. And it all happens so fast. It really doesn't seem like it's been three years since my baby was born. I love babies, but I'm pretty glad we're done with diaper bags, strollers (mostly), changing tables, and bottles. We're on to bigger and better things and I'm looking forward to all the adventures.
Happy 3rd birthday to my sweet little lovebug! It's starting to feel like we have a house full of actual people instead of hungry little poop machines, which makes me feel more like an actual person, too. And with that I think it's time to party!