Sometimes I wonder about three? Why can’t it go 2 then 4?  And in this case can’t the three stage  pass by as well? Three… three…three…the most awesome number of absolute misunderstanding. By the time three o’clock rolls around each evening I start counting the hours down…only three more until we can start getting ready for bed… I scrub three heads, change three diapers, button up three sets of jammies, and brush three sets of teeth (actually one set of gums).

My 3 girls

Then we are ready for bed and for some reason all three girls are happy and ready to play.  So we read three books (one for each) get three drinks of water to take to bed, find three comfort blankets, and trudge up the stairs. Then we say three sets of prayers, and I give away three wonderful kisses and three I love you’s and receive three loves in return.

Oh the wonderful world of three. I LOVE IT!