And Then There Were Three

Three children in carseats that is. :-) Life just got a little more interesting around this household but I honestly wouldn't have it any other way. I am the happiest and most joyful that I have ever been in my life (despite being somewhat sleep deprived). I thought I would share a funny "then there were three" story in this post. I joined a MOPS group this year and a couple of weeks ago was the first meeting of the year. I really wanted to go to the first meeting and needed to get the bigger kids out of the house. So, we all four packed up and went to the meeting. I have to give major credit to my dear sweet husband who is the only reason we made it out the door on time. Once there we were fine walking in and getting checked in etc... It was the leaving that was hard. There was about 30 minutes of the meeting left and Garrett was sleeping in my arms. I kept thinking I should wake him up to eat because if not he will want to eat when I am trying to leave. Well, I ignored myself and that was the single mistake I made that led to the following. As soon as the meeting was over and it was time to go pick up Braedon & Kaley, Garrett was screaming because he wanted to eat. When I got to Braedon's room and walked up to him I smelled poop. Thank goodness he had a pull up on but still it was a mess to clean up. The four of us headed over to the restroom where I proceeded to nurse Garrett while instructing Braedon on how to clean himself up and helping as much as I could. All the while Kaley is running in and out of bathroom stalls and I am just sure she is going to lock herself in one or trip and fall head first into a toilet (she didn't, thankfully). Garrett also needed a diaper change so I changed that before we left the restroom. The four of us then proceeded down the hall (pushing the stroller with Garrett already latched on eating)to the nursing room so I could sit and be comfortable and let Garrett eat. Garrett finished eating and I smelled poop again. This time it was Kaley. I was almost laughing out loud at myself thinking what in the world have I gotten myself into. I can testify that it is only by God's grace that I was not in a heap on the floor whining about not being able to handle the three precious gifts that He has given me. It was/is a lot of work but God is faithful and I have been praying hard for His strength to respond well in whatever situation no matter how hard or stressful.