Three on three

Except that it's really three on sixteen.  What the heck am I talking about? Several lovely blogs that I read have jumped on the movement that Steph from Adventures in Babywearing unintentionally started and well, I love this idea so much that I want to participate as well.

Steph takes a picture of her four kids on the fourth of the month, every single month.  When December rolls around, she has a minimum of 12 pictures of her brood.  I so need to do the same because I am finding that as life gets busier and busier, I take out my camera less and less and my kids are growing up right before my eyes and I am NOT capturing it.

Bad mom.

So, I bring to you three on three (picture of my three kids on the third of every month).  I am forcing myself to take their pictures again (and they are pretty cute, aren't they) before they turn into teenagers overnight.

Miraculously, I did take their picture on the third of this month but it's with my camera phone and they are laying down.  They had decided to all sleep together on the floor and they looked so freaking cute that I quickly grabbed my smartphone and snapped their picture.  I totally got lucky : ).

I hope I don't forget to snap their chops on February 3rd, lol!!!!

Also, my youngest can now say *I love you, mama* (he's been in speech therapy since November) and let me tell you, my heart bursts into a million pieces every single time he says it.

Furthermore, the middle child verbally competes with me as to who loves whom more.  There is no contest sweet child- I love YOU more.  For true.

Lastly, my oldest quizzed me last week about her brother, wondering why his skin is darker than hers and the other brother and why they don't look alike (in her mind).  I assured her that yes, indeed it is possible for kids to have the same parents but not look exactly alike and have different skin color, that the color of our skin is not what makes us a family.  I said that *Sam is part of our family.....that he is and will always be your brother*.  She responded with *Are you SUURRREEEEE, Mama?*.  She said it so emphatically and with just the right amount of a teasing, loving tone that I immediately burst out laughing.

Also, she is the tallest 8 year old I know, measuring around 4 ft 6 inches tall : ).

BOOM.  SHATTER.  CRASH.

That's the sound of my heart exploding out of my chest and hitting the floor, splattering into a million pieces of love for these kids of mine.