Wednesday mornings from 9 am-2:30 pm I have been watching the neighbor kids from across the street, Abby 3 years who is in pre-school from 9 am-12 pm, and Alex 11 months. Most days they are good and Carson enjoys the company but last week I seriously had a "I am not having more kids" moment. I was already dreading watching the kids that day because it had been a long night for me (thanks Carson). I walk over to their house and for about an hour things are going smoothly. Then Alex was getting tired. I thought, I can handle this because Carson is still playing well.

Crying begets crying (every time) and next thing I know they are both crying. I felt helpless, they were both tired and I don't have four arms so I couldn't help them, believe me I tried for about 20 minutes. Exasperated, a kid on each hip, I make the trek across the street to our house while doing my best not to drop them. It is times like this when I am soo thankful that Andrew is at home because I passed Carson off to him.
Mothers of two or more, how do you do it all? I am in awe.

Here is the Lavastone gang. It is almost impossible to get a good picture of three kids. I sometimes I have a hard enough time with one. I took about 20 pictures and believe it or not, this is the best one of Alex, Abby and Carson.