I often wonder what exactly I am in for as a mother of three boys, and last week, I got a glimpse. Here are a few of my experiences:
The other morning, this is what I woke up to:
“Now, Sloan, you’re going to have to hold on REAL tight.”
Intrigued, I lift my head and squint toward the door, where I see Ethan gripping the edge of a laundry basket that is perched precariously at the top of the stairs. After grabbing my glasses for a clearer look, I see Sloan. INSIDE said basket, preparing himself for the launch. I guess sleeping in isn’t as good of an idea as I once thought…
Sitting in the living room, watching a movie with my children, I hear a ruckus and look over to examine the situation.
Sloan has his finger outstretched in front of Ethan’s mouth, which he has shut tightly. I was curious what had happened until I heard these words out of my baby’s mouth:
“Lick IT!” pinning his brother down with his left arm, “Lick it!”
Not many people can see into the future. Apparently, I can. Lucky me.