Poop, Paxil, and Pageantry

I have three very small children. Two year old twins and a one year old. The funny thing is my husband and I only wanted one. So many people ask me how I do it and my response is " I just do". It is definently alot more challenging then managing a restautant(which I used to do), but I really find it so fullfilling. I know that sounds so cliche' but I do. It is my job now to make sure these little people become kind, intelligent, contributing members of society. Don't get me wrong, there are days when I wish I could quit, but when they tell me they love me or they do something wonderful, like picking up their toys without being told or peeing on the potty without wetting the panties, I feel like every rough moment is worthwhile. I do not reccomend it for everyone, but I will say there is never a dull moment.

This will be my first blog. I am copying the big brother. Seems like I did that a lot growing up. A little background first. I am the only girl in a family of three kids. We are all grown with our own children and still (even being almost 31) that weirds me out. When did we become adults and what exactly does that mean. We still tease,poke, and prod each other. The funny thing? Now it feels like there is so much love behind it. It seems like we all except each other for our similarities and our differences. Maybe that is what makes us adults. Who knows .