Monday Musings... a.k.a. Triplets

I am going to try to dip my toe back into the water that is blogging. So far I've managed to post twice since Reed and Sofia were born, but I have also managed to shower around twice, wear clean clothes around twice, and cook a real meal around twice. Okay, that last one might have been a slight exaggeration.

Actually, it's been a lot easier than I expected, but if you ask me about it in the middle of the night, you'd probably get a different answer. Given that, I'm going to strive for the lofty goal of posting on Mondays and working my way up to more frequent posts from there. It's been a long time since I've written, so forgive me if I hop around in time. I'll just pretend it's a literary strategy that I'm employing...


Me and Ana at the hospital. Release day. Wanting to make Ana feel special.

Ana, why don't you and I take a walk down the hall to the little kitchen? They have pudding cups there, but they're only for big sisters. Sorry, babies, you won't be able to come.

We set off down the hall hand in hand when Ana suddenly flinches. She is remembering my prior restrictions of strict bedrest in the hospital.

Mom! You're going to get in trouble!! You have to be in bed!

No, Honey. It's okay. Now that the babies are out, I don't have to stay in bed anymore.

Oh... but... (points to my belly) You still have another baby in there.

Thanks, Ana. Just what I needed...