Seeing friends of ours at gatherings with their 3 little ones gives me serious flashbacks to 2 summers ago when Hubby and I were in the exact same situation--juggling a newborn, a 1 year old, and a not-quite-old-enough-to-go-unsupervised-for-long-periods-of-time 3-1/2 year old. To be honest, it was hard to have fun at these shindigs. Any attempts at socializing (or eating, as a matter of fact) were interrupted by the needs, wants and demands of the boyz. Often I would find myself alone in a room at our host's house, feeding the newborn and thinking "Why do I even bother to come?"
But now? It's 2 summers later. I am seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Last night, we stayed at the cookout until after 9pm! Definitely a first. The boyz were playing, Hubby was chatting with the guys, and I was actually conversing with my friends. And I was able to eat an entire plate of food uninterrupted! (Hey, it was a small plate.)
Hubby and I have gotten into a groove. We've reached our stride. We are in synch with this parenting gig!
Or so I thought...
While at the cookout, I was pushing Baby on the swings. Middle wanted to put his bathing suit on to play on the slip and slide, so I instructed him to ask Daddy for help.
He came back out in his swimsuit. The correct one, I might add. Points for Daddy. But I could see something sticking out. It looked like a Pullup diaper.
So when Hubby came back outside, I
Hubby shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and answered, "Oh, I thought it was a swimmy diaper."
Who's been potty trained for the past...oh...8 MONTHS?
So while I may get all cocky at times and think Hubby and I are always on the same page, mastering the intricacies of raising 3 boyz In the Trenches, it's nice to be reminded every so often that this is a long and crazy ride with ups and downs, highs and lows.
Last night's cookout? Definitely a high.
Even if all I have to show for it is a sopping wet Pullup.