my view

All three girls are home- no school today. Giving me a view of what our summer will entail. 

The four of us went to Costco today- 1.50 hot dog combos beckoning our names. Walking through the aisles, one girl strapped to my chest, one girl sitting in the cart, one girl riding on the front. Our trip took double the time with the amount of little conversations with well meaning customers. Everyone was kind, wanting to know how old is the baby, is the baby a girl or a boy? And to my surprise no rude comments like “you have your hands full” or “oh man three girls I’m sorry for dad” just sweet people commenting on how beautiful my family is, or how they have sisters, or how they have daughters and “girls take care of you.” I left the trip surprisingly happy and not stressed the way I would have been in the past. It’s all about your view.

We got the car unloaded, snacks eaten, time for nursing and play. The big girls like to play in Siennas room with their old baby toys, reading their board books I have memorized by the dozen, all while I sit in the gliding chair that I’ve been fortunate to nurse all three girls in. They love being together, being close to their baby sister. Yet 4 nights ago, I sat in this very same chair, stressed, snapping at my children, hurting feelings. Sienna wouldn’t latch, she’s crying, they needed help with pjs, I’m losing it, daddy at a meeting, I’m feeling overwhelmed. It’s all about your view.

And here now I sit, rocking again in her room. She napped for about 30 min on her own, I managed to load a few dishes, make an afternoon coffee (a necessity!), fold two pieces of laundry, but she just wants to snuggle in with mom. Sigh. I won’t get anything done like this! Forced to slow down, I peek across the hallway and what’s in my view? The two big sisters playing so nicely in their room. I snap a pic. I don’t want to forget this view.