All anxiety dreams because I am so scared of losing them.
Yesterday they got ready for their birthday party, and I put them in their room to be safe. I heard a loud thump. My heart pumped the big pumps of a terrified mummy as i ran to their room, and then I heard the awesome noise that every terrified mummy wants to hear after such a thump, loud crying, thank goodness no one is dead, and then on arriving in the room, no one is broken. The ingenious wee beasties had pulled all the toys out of their toy buckets, and using the radiator, and climbed on to the window sill.
The window sills are very deep and high up as they are in a sloping roof part of the house.
Cue the mummy emptying the room of buckets and chairs, this is after already last week turning half the furniture around when I found Daria on top of a 5 drawer Malm chest of drawers, after another loud thump.
I am wondering how long it will be until their room has no furniture and nothing that can be climbed on. A padded cell is probably thoroughly appropriate for triplets.
The girls had a wonderful birthday I will get Richard to say something about that later...
We then came home had tea...
Fast forward to bedtime...
Obviously it takes 12 times longer than putting a single baby to bed because Aurelia takes her clothes off and everyone else copies. We repeat this cycle until until we put them in their beds with milk, switch the light switch off and run for the door. Wedging it shut behind us.
The girls are quite good at going to be usually but tonight we can hear running and giggling and then a slightly pathetic sob. Usually if there are a few tears at bed time there is a twisted logi to our response, and on occasion we know if we go back to their room. All of the girls will be up and out of bed, and there will be a chorus of sobbing if we try to leave. So a choice has to be made on the basis of how the crying sounds. But the pathetic sob intrigues me, it isn't the usual sound.
I creep into the girls bed room quietly switch on the light, and call for Richard to quickly see what has happened.
At this point I should correct myself and say strong ingenious wee beasties, because they have put two hands on the windowsill and, actually pulled themselves on to the windowsill, using a packet of nappies for extra height and the radiator for a knee up..
I reach my arms out to Aurelia and Isobel on the windowsill who leap into my arms.
Cue another panic and the window area being filled with boxes to make it inaccessible. A step closer to a windowless padded cell!
I wonder what our triplet troublettes will be in to next.
None of my friends babies seem to have shown much interest in climbing.
Callum apparently lies in his cot calling mummeeeee.... And doesn't even bother to stand up.
This is where I turn into my mother and say "why can't our girls be like that?"
Actually I wouldn't have them any other way, but I am worried they will collectively be six steps a head of us in completely different directions.
We only have to get to Tuesday for us to congratulate ourselves on keeping them safe an healthy for 2 years.
And then we can worry about the next 50 years. One year at a time. And then maybe they will look after us!
xxx
