Uncle!!!

People assume that having infant triplets is just incredibly tough. Truthfully, it's not that bad. They're all fairly even-tempered and highly cooperative as long as there's either a spoon or a bottle in their mouth every four hours. They're even sleeping 12 hours a night now. In short, they are exactly like their big brother was only there's more of them. Please note the all important WAS in the previous sentence. As of right now, their big brother is actively trying to kill me. Either that, or he thinks I might be happier in a padded room. I'm not really sure which one is the most likely at this point.

Today, he alternated bouts of hysterical crying and clinging to my neck with high energy romps throughout the house that left nothing but mayhem and devastation behind. After numerous time outs and threats of spanking, I began to wonder if exorcism might be the next course of action. I finally caved and let him play on the screened porch for most of the afternoon. It was suffocatingly hot, but at least the screams abated for a while. He's now in bed -- recharging for tomorrow when (thank heaven) he goes to Mother's Day Out for the morning. They tell me he's incredibly well behaved and easy to deal with there. I think they put mood stabilizers in the juice boxes, but what do I know.

Even though things are quiet and peaceful for the time being, all I can think about is what life will be like a year from now. Then I'll have not one but FOUR children experiencing the psychotic break that apparently arrives with the second birthday. Heaven help me. Oh well, check out these faces. I should have known the price would be high for boys this cute. I'll just blog less and medicate more as the need arises.