Rough.

Three kids is rough.

I can't get over the feeling that Kenton and I have single-handedly populated the earth.

Everywhere I go I feel like I am overflowing with children.

Shopping has become a total nightmare.

Emme in the shopping cart seat, Van in the back of the cart and Afton trailing along with her "shopper in training" cart.

We're quite the show.

At home, we're dealing with a lot of tantrums.

Emme has told me more than once that she doesn't want a baby.

Afton and Emme fight- a lot!

And, we don't sleep.  Like at all.

Its been rough.

But, I must say, its been good for us.  All of us.

We didn't used to have many tantrums around here.  But now we do.

And now we get to learn about how to change our attitudes.  How to deal with anger and how to make things right again.

I used to hold Emme all I wanted.  But now I can't.

And now she's learning to do some things on her own.  How to ask for help nicely and how to wait patiently until I can help.

Afton and Emme never used to fight.  They would play together for hours.  But now they do.

And now they're learning how to play nicely even when they don't feel like it.  How to share and how to say I'm sorry.

I used to not feel frustrated.  I used to feel in control of everything.  And now I don't-at all.

But now I'm learning to let some things go and focus on only the things that matter most.

It been really good for us.

Its been hard and exhausting and, at times, insanely frustrating.  But good.

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Its crazy that one mini human can change our lives so much.

Force us to grow in ways we didn't know we needed to.

And show us that our hearts can hold more love than we ever thought possible.

Thanks Baby Van, we love you more than you could ever know!