I always write a triplet birthday post.
It’s been hard to squeeze in this year.
I recap the kids and who they are and what we did.
I’ve given a lot of thought to that this year. Particularly since we just had to fill out a form for the kids teachers telling them “about our child.”
I saw their individuality even in the planning of their events. Little bit wanting a small lunch at the American Girl store and the boys wanting a blow out with everyone hunting frogs and lizards.
Yesterday, while my dad and brother and hubby took the boys to the soccer game, my stepmom and I took little bit to pick up the final items for her event, as her new AG doll accompanied us everyone. With roses and oversized balloons in tow, we arrived at the store to set up for our few little friends to join her for lunch. She is an introvert and small events suit her well.
She had fun despite her dear friend getting terribly ill and having to miss. Little did we know that she would be up herself in the middle of the night with a fever and horribly sore throat. (Because of one of my dearest friends sacrificing her family time, little bit got to urgent care while I was throwing the boys b-day party, on her actual birthday no less, and we found out she had strep! Yes, that’s right. Strep on her birthday. Sigh.)
I woke up this morning to make an early donut run, per the kids request, and we ate and began the final preparations for the boys all first grade boy party. We had a frogs and lizards theme, and I tried to keep the boys all running with activities. From a frogs and lizards (play, not real) hunt in the front yard, to silly string war in the backyard, we grew foam insects inside and pinned the tail on the lizard. They ate frog cakes and lizard eyeballs topped off with frog pond jellos! All in all, a busy but fun time for the boys.
After little bit’s little American Girl lunch and the boys blowout frogs and lizards party, we just crashed. Leftovers for dinner and antibiotics for little bit. Early to bed for all.
More importantly than the “what” is the “who” side of the equation. Little bit hugs everyone. Well, actually they all hug everyone. And I didn’t realize how unique that was until I saw other kids who really don’t hug like my kiddos do. I am grateful for how they love others and embrace friends, new and old alike.
But little bit is kind to animals and friends and babies, oh is she gracious. She is athletic and musical and artistic. She is feminine and currently in a deep obsession with American Girl. She wants to be a kindergarten teacher when she grows up. She loves deeply, and my favorite line, which happens a half-dozen times, is an exchange which either of us may start but always contains the exact same words no matter who begins: Person 1: I love you! Person 2: I love you more! Person 1: Not possible!
The eldest. Ah, he is obsessed with football. He is incredibly competitive. Yet he loves snuggling at night, reading together, and playing board games. He doesn’t listen to us most of the time, but it’s only because he’s hyper focused on whatever he’s turned his attention to. He will talk to you on the phone forever. And he’s a man of a million questions.
The baby. I’ve seen tremendous maturity lately. He has struggled so with his anger being a surrogate for whatever emotion he’s feeling. Yet you can see him beginning to gain control and understand how to measure himself. He adores daddy and says building is his “talent.” It’s only one of many. He can spend the afternoon fishing or building Legos or playing soccer.
They are certainly seven. I feel the weight of their age. They no longer feel like little wee ones but strong individuals with their older kid personalities and wishes coming through. I am grateful but also nostalgic. I suppose that will be the bittersweet of the rest of my days.