Can I Go To Bed?

We finally did it.

We finally took Gregory out of the the room he has shared with his sisters since birth, and put him in with Austin.

It was way harder for me than it was for Gregory. Those three kids are thick as thieves at bedtime. We've been asking him for nearly a year if he wanted to go into the "boy" room with Austin. He kept saying he didn't want to, so we just left him.

During the boy's first nap time together, Gregory lined all his stuffed animals up and was playing "puppet" with them for Austin. Austin was laughing from his crib. It was so cute, but I knew that I had to set a precedent and went in and told Gregory to turn around and close his eyes. Then I told Austin to close his eyes and take a nap. I peeked back in a few minutes later and Austin's gigantic bird eyes were wide open looking at Gregory.

I said, "Austin, it's time for a nap. Close your eyes."

Then he closed them just enough to still peek at me through his freakishly long eyelashes. It was hysterical. But they both took a nap.

The girls are another story all together. They've been the problem all along. They. won't. stop. talking.

I was a little worried about separating them all, since I lay down with Amanda at nap time. I was afraid the boys would be carrying on, and since there is no way to divide my body in half, then nobody would go to sleep. But the boys are just fine without the girls.

In fact, they are so fine without the girls that Gregory came to me last night at 8:30 and said, "Can I go to bed?"

HUH????!!!!!!!!!!

Have you ever in your life heard of such craziness? A three year old asking to go to bed?

Greg made these bizarre claims when I had taken the girls to Palm Springs. He had said that Gregory would just go put himself to bed. I didn't believe it. I thought he was lying!

Those girls have been keeping poor Gregory up!

But I feel sad. The trio is no longer the trio. They've slept together all of their lives, yet they'll likely not remember ever sharing the same room. They'll likely only remember the girls being together and the boys being together.

Sniff. Sniff. I'm getting all sentimental.

At least he has Austin. My fellow triplet moms with different genders, didn't you feel terrible when you put the odd man out alone in their own room? Or were you fine with it and I'm a big baby?

So Greg painted the girls room pink and yellow yesterday. Yellow for Belle. Pink for Princess Aurora. This Princess Phase makes me want to puke. But somehow the Princesses have taken over our very lives and we are just going with it.

Maybe the girls will want to go to bed in their new princess room and stop talking.

Okay, on a different note, I had a crisis at dinner last night when I realized that the chicken I had on the grill was still on the grill frozen when I went to get it. We had run out of propane. Since you could set your watch on the fact I serve dinner right on time every single night, I began to panic. I turned around at 5:15 and Austin was sitting in his booster chair just staring at me.

"Where's my dinner, Mommy?"

I finally, finally, finally bought a bag of breaded chicken at Trader's in case of an emergency. So I threw it in the microwave. The kids didn't understand what it was. They peeled all the breading off and called it "skin".

Listen to what Gregory thinks of breaded chicken.



That kid is a crack up! But at least he understands what breaded chicken really is! Garbage!