So I just read over yesterday's post and it was a bit of a Debbie Downer! I was very tired when I wrote it obviously.
Here are the awesome parts about being a mama of triplets:
Babies are cute. Three babies are cuteness CUBED. Thirty tiny fingers and thirty tiny toes, three tiny noses and six fat pinchable cheeks, three mops of adorable curly hair and countless crazy-long eyelashes. Especially adorable when they are in the "tracking objects with eyes" phase of babyhood, as you can get them to do it in unison and it looks like these except not terrifying:
The first time someone says "Uv oo Mama" is followed by two more first times someone says "Uv oo Mama"
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When one is sad and another one brings them their special toy or gives them a little pat on the shoulder to try to cheer them up.
Getting mobbed by tiny people desperate for a "huggakiss" before you leave them at daycare for the day.
When they hold hands. When two of them do it it's bad enough but if you can get all three holding hands I swear to god you cannot look directly at it lest you be blinded forever by the cuteness.
