There's something about going from 2 children to 3 that prompts total strangers to comment on the fullness of my hands (ex: it looks like you have your hands full!) Surely I am not the only person in the world who has 3 children under the age of 4.5 but really... that's not a lot of children. I don't know if they are just stating the facts or feel really sorry for me. Like the time I was walking into the shops last week with a sleeping Charlie in his carseat on one arm and pushing a drowsy Kate in the stroller with the other hand and convincing Henry he was strong enough to open the door for us. Because we really needed to go to Pier 1 and it couldn't wait and it was worth it to me to bring them all along. It was all in the name of design after all. And then a stranger appeared "You look like you have your hands full (which I quite literally did) let me get that for you." Which I really appreciated and smiled and said "Thanks!" and kept smiling so she would know that I really didn't mind all this. I find myself being really conscious and aware in public and feel like I have to go the extra mile to show how much I love having 3 children- that I chose this, that I choose to be out & about (because who wants to stay home all day..boo on that) and that we are having a great time even when it would appear to the layman that we are in total chaos. I don't want to give having three children a bad wrap, because we are not done you know. So chew on that. And I forgot to mention that we love every.single.second.of.it.