On Being Outnumbered

I am not sure we are ready to be outnumbered by our offspring. Well, I am pretty sure I am more ready that Daddy, but I am very glad there is 9 months... um, really, only 23 weeks left, boy oh boy... until baby #3 makes his/her appearance. Time is flying by and this means, I really have to start taking belly shots so this baby won't feel so slighted when looking through the baby book. Oh, so, speaking of baby books.... I sure do have a lot to do. I have to finish (uh, start) Squeaker's baby book. I have to acquire some baby items that might be of use (i.e., baby tub, bassinet, infant car seat)... oh dear. I also need to figure out how to stop expecting my spirited, energetic, and intelligent (I am not biased) children to be perfect so that I will stop yelling and getting frustrated. Adding one more to that mix, with that attitude, will be a losing battle. Oh, and most importantly, we all need some sleep. I am about ready to call the sleep lady over because I really don't like waking up before 6 am to reprimand my boys for climbing around under their beds. ;)

So, the questions going over and over in my head... what do you do when you have all three with you and only 2 hands to cross the street? Are they really reliable enough to hold hands with each other? What if you are on an excursion and you bring the 2 seat stroller and all 3 need to be strapped in for your sanity? What happens when you take a cross country flight with a 3 yo, 5 yo and a 6 mo old? Do they allow you to be drugged prior to the flight? I know it really won't be as difficult as I imagine, things will work out, Little Man will be older and in school, Squeaker will be less rambunctious (I hope), and baby #3 will be as docile as a sleeping lamb. A friend of mine has a 4 yo and 2 yo twins and she flew to New Zealand. If she can do it with that crowd, I am sure I will be fine. Daddy may take a separate flight, but we'll be fine. :)