ok, ro, i'm telling you really.

what a sad, sad, sad,

neglected

blog.

my dear friend Ro {as in rochelle, you see I am ra,}  Ro is pregnant with her third babe, yay!

she sent me this (unanswered) facebook message a month ago asking me if  having three kids is hard:

so let's take it back to junior high. (hello awkwardness, i remember you!) do you remember feeling nervous and scared and intimated to go to high school?  but then you got to high school, and it was a little harder, but you could still handle it fine and everything worked out better than you thought?   ya, it's like that.   (except without acne, prom, or self-conciousness.)

hard?  no.   busy?  yes.

   let's be honest, just keeping them all fed and
watered and snacked is a full time job. 

factor in the diaper changes (if i had a dollar for every bum i wiped in a day!)  the sleepy cuddling, the stories, the mommy play with me, the swinging, the getting ready for school/packing snack/fixing hair/wait you need a jacket/handwash/nose wipe/shoes tied, the apres-head bonk cuddling, the time outing, the stain pre-treating, the fight refereeing, the baby chub admiring, the getting a drink of water/juice/milk/i don't want that mom, the, uh, online clothes shopping so they are so ca-ute you could eat them, the show turning-on, the art project setup and cleanup, the nursing while reading a story/cuddling 2-3 at once/refereeing, the locking yourself in the bathroom for a moment of peace but they still bang on the door and need to talk right NOW, the tickling, cooking dinner with a baby on your hip and two more whining in the background, the cleaning up rice/noodles/cereal under the chairs, the whine policing, the seatbelt buckling, the FHEing, the blowing bubbling, the picking up toys, the sunbeam song singing, the hair washing fights, the kissing owies, the all-nighters, the raspberry blowing, the onesie changing, the bed tucking, the temperature checking, SUNDAY MORNING, the dressing and undressing-  and redressing-  and changing-  and OH-LIVIA where are your pants!?!

Sigh.

don't be nervous.  it is as beautiful as it is busy.  it is balancing babies.  you are ready.  let me just tell you the thing about three:  usually only two will cry at once.  it's like nature's threshold or something.   my best piece of crisis advice for you and three:  if all three cry, join in with dramatic flair.  i guarantee at least two of the three will laugh.

and     everything     will     be     okay.

love, ra

{hopefully you will be much more amazing than I and make time for blogging and answering messages}