Here we are - everyone is three: the girls are three-years old and Little Man is three-months old. Together, they are three little kids. I must say that three is a magic number. We have reached our "groove" and, for the most part, we get along in our little routine. It gets easier all the time, especially as the girls learn to do more independent play and problem solving.
I can take a shower, enjoy a cup of coffee, or even do a couple loads of laundry without having them underfoot or otherwise demanding acute attention. We can eat Popsicle on the front porch or go on a trail ride with Misty and chat about what's on their mind, which is sometimes quite profound and insightful.
I'm enjoying my three. Three kids who are three and three. Three is a magic number.
