Our Little Bobble Heads

As some of you may already know, Henry and Jack have rather large heads. They’ve had these rather large heads for a while now, and we’d sort of forgotten about them (although we are briefly reminded every time we struggle to get a onesie over their head).




So…hard…to lift…heads…

Jack and Henry’s heavy heads weigh them down when they try to push up during tummy time or sit up in their Bumbos, so we weren’t terribly surprised when Sophie reached those milestones first. For all of her adorable chub, Sophie is tiny. A mere 22 inches long!


Hello! I’m tiny!

In any event, we had never been worried about the boys’ heads. Until last Tuesday. On Tuesday, we had our 6-month check up with the pediatrician. Two adults, three babies, twelve shots, and three oral vaccines can make for a rough evening. Add to that that the babies were being poked and prodded at around 5:30 pm (their LEAST favorite time of day), and that they are now able to roll OFF the exam table should they choose to do so, and things can get pretty wild. But despite the requisite wails when they were jabbed in the leg four times in a row, the trips were perfect patients. In fact, the boys started showing up, pushing up on their elbows like never before! The only question our pediatrician had was, “Why are their heads growing so fast?”

Those adorable noggins of theirs have hopped their way up into the 70th-77th percentile in the past few months. For non-preemie 6-month-olds. That means Henry and Jack’s heads are bigger than approximately 75% of their 6-month-old, carried-to-term, singleton counterparts. Weight and height are usually adjusted for their age (so we compare to 3.5-month-olds) but doing that for their head circumferences puts them off the charts. So our pediatrician sent us off for head ultrasounds. She tried to sound calm, assured us that she didn’t want to scare us, and urged us not to Google it (yeah, right), but she wanted to rule out fluid in the brain. Hydrocephalus to be medically precise.

Here’s Henry the morning before his head ultrasound, looking none-to-pleased (and simultaneously adorable of course).



Sophie came along for the ride because her head isn’t exactly small, and so on Friday afternoon, the Strumolo Five were off to the pediatric radiology department of New York Presbyterian. We are still awaiting the official results, but the outlook is promising. Sophie is off the hook–nothing in that pretty little head of hers but brains–and the initial, unofficial reading of the boys’ pictures show no fluid in the brain. It does appear that they have a significant amount of fluid outside the brain, however, so we are still waiting for word on what that means, but our Google search (sorry, Doc!) suggests that the approach is just wait and see. We think it should resolve on its own.


Sleeping with her shades on. Or off. Whatever.


Cool dudes.

I will keep you all posted. In the meantime, these little peanuts have been enjoying the fall weather, their toys, and each other.

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Sophie and her doll are doing tummy time together.

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Sitting up on her own. For a second. Maybe two.

Sibling time!


Tea Party!


Henry wanted to make sure that Daddy was a part of the party.


He felt much better when he knew everyone was included.


Hanging out and working on those wobbly heads.


This is too much fun!

THIS JUST IN! If you are still reading this, I heard official word from the doctor between starting this post and finishing it. One word sums it up: “BENIGN!” That’s a word we like to hear. They did ask that Will and I measure our own head circumferences to see if either of us have a head circumference in the 95th+ percentile. We’ll keep you posted (and you can keep guessing which one of us you think it is).

Pete and Jen Got Married!

This past weekend, two of Henry, Jack, and Sophie’s favorite people were married. The duo includes Godfather (to Sophie) Pete and Auntie Jen, and I know I speak for all the Strumolos when I say that we are so happy Jen is officially one of us now. I have finally recovered from the trip (and from all the dancing!) and I’m ready to write about it.

Here we are before the ceremony. Henry, Jack, and Sophie aren’t actually as grumpy as they seem. They were just sleepy! Sophie’s bow serves two purposes: to make her look fancy and to hide the bleeding on her forehead. We cannot get this girl to stop scratching!

IMG_6141The wedding was in Maryland, and with Will as one of the best men (and brother to the groom), and me as a bridesmaid, we definitely needed to bring reinforcements. Enter Nana!


My mom was nice enough to accompany us on the trip down, and we would not have survived the weekend without her. A few notes about the trip itself:

  • It was raining. Both when we packed up in NYC on Saturday morning AND when we packed back up in MD on Monday morning.
  • We had to bring fancy clothes (i.e. we needed space for a garment bag NOT to get smushed) and a guitar (more on that later).
  • The trip (sans rain or traffic or babies) is just over four hours. Henry, Jack, and Sophie are still members of the Eat Every Three(ish) Hours Club.

In anticipation of a busy and hectic weekend, I made two schedules: one that described what the babies would be doing, when they would be doing it, and who would be with them when they did it, and one that combined all that with what Will and I would be doing, when we would be doing it, and where we would be doing it. On paper it looked a little rigid, sure, but totally doable. If you’re interested, here’s what it looked like:

Schedule for P and J Wedding Weekend HSJ Schedule

So, we piled into the van (already wet) with Will driving, me navigating, Nana and Jack in the middle row, and Henry and Sophie in the back row. We left an hour later than we planned. Did I mention we had to fit a guitar in there? And that it was raining? And there you have it. Before the trip even began, we were off schedule. We decided to push the trio as far as they could go before stopping to feed. Having never fed them on the road before, we weren’t exactly eager to start.

We arrived at the rest stop at 11:30, I squeezed into the backseat in between H and S (after removing several bags that were occupying that space), and Nana stayed in the middle to feed J. The milk was still cold, everyone had all but forgotten how to use their Bebe Bottle Slings, and Sophie needed to be changed. Badly. About an hour later, Sophie’s diaper had been changed, Jack had almost finished his bottle, and Henry was wearing a Batman onesie, sans velcro cape. Why, you ask? Because after he spit up ALL over himself (after only taking half of his bottle), we realized that all of his clothes (and everyone else’s for that matter) were packed away in bags UNDERNEATH everything else. Oops. Luckily Will had decided to throw in their superhero outfits at the last minute (?!) and they were with the “hanging clothes.” I am sad I didn’t get a photo of Henry in his get-up, but there was no time. We had a schedule to catch up with and a wedding to get to!


This is what feeding them in the van looks like.

We started off again even though H and S had hardly eaten, and the GPS said we had 3 hours and 21 minutes to go. What?!? Wasn’t it 4 hours and 12 minutes when we left Manhattan? How could we still be so far away? Anyway, we arrived in Maryland around 2:30pm, Will went off to write his toast (it’s a good thing he works well under pressure!) and the babies pretty much refused to eat AGAIN. But at least Grammie was there to help! Double Grandma Coverage is a real treat!


Apparently, a water bottle makes a fun toy. Look at this face!

The rest of the weekend went off without a hitch (no pun intended) and we celebrated P & J in proper fashion, dancing until the wee hours of the morning, spending time with cousins (so many cousins!), aunts and uncles, grandparents, great-grandparents, and good friends.

While Will and I were off performing our bridal party duties, the trips were spending time with Nana, Grammie, Nonno, Gee, and Poppy. Lucky babies!

IMG_0084 WP_20141012_12_38_51_Pro IMG_8862Gee also brought a special gift in honor of Henry, Jack, and Sophie’s 6-month birthday. More details coming soon, but I’ll give you one hint: it features one very fancy pachyderm.

Our photo collection from the weekend is somewhat limited (no pockets in my bridesmaid dress!), but we can’t wait to see the group shots from the professional photographer.


Just chillin’ during the ceremony, getting ready for family photos!

In the tradition of the Strumolo family, Will and his siblings wrote a song, sang the song and recorded a video–this time enlisting the help of Jen’s family and other members of the wedding party–to commemorate the event. The trips weren’t nearly as excited to dance as we had hoped, but here they are in their featured onesies.


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Other musical numbers from the weekend included Will’s toast at the rehearsal dinner (hence the guitar), a performance by two of Peter’s former bandmates during the ceremony, a serenade by several of Jen’s a cappellamates from college (and sister-in-law, Addie), and best of all, Jen’s own rendition of “At Last” with the wedding band at the reception!

On our way back home, the trips held up through the rain (again), the rest stop feed, and a LOT of traffic. IMG_1792IMG_1793It was all worth it for the chance to see our extended family and for the opportunity to celebrate of one of our newest members–Jennifer!–and of course, Peter.

6 Months!



It is so hard to believe the trips are 6 months old already! That means they’ve been around for half a year! Considering that I wasn’t even pregnant a year ago today, that’s some wacky math. The last month with this trio has been so much fun. They are in constant discovery mode. Discovering their laugh, their hands, their toys, their likes, their dislikes, their reflections, each other! All of a sudden their sitting in their Bumbos (sort of) eating rice cereal. From a spoon (albeit a VERY small spoon)! Here are their six month stats:



Nickname(s): Bub. Bubby, J-Man, J-Man Magoo

Weight:  12 pounds, 7.5 ounces

Clothing Size: Starting to make the move from 0-3 month to 3-6 month sizes

Digits of choice: Index, middle, and ring finger, all at once

Milestones: Rolling back to front, mimicking sounds, bringing hands to mouth, eating solids (rice cereal), reaching for things with one hand.


Favorite Pastime: Blowing raspberries

Least Favorite Pastime: Getting stuck on his tummy after rolling back to front. Nobody told him he was supposed to learn these skills in the other order.


Feeding: Still a bit of a squirmer, Jack is taking anywhere from 4 – 6 oz of milk at a time, and he’s on board with the rice cereal. It took a little convincing, and he has to be reminded not to talk with his mouth full, but he’s definitely getting the hang of it.


Sleeping: Longest stretch? 12 hours, 26 minutes. Average nighttime stint? 11 and 1/2 hours. He is a champ. He’s down between 6:30 and 7:30 and up between 6 and 7. Rarely a tear is shed. He also takes the longest naps (when sister Sophie is not distracting him from her crib across the nursery)!

Special Talent: Sleeping. Laugh all you want, but this is a talent I WISH I had developed as a child. I have since made up for it and could now win awards for my ability to fall asleep and stay asleep, but Jack comes by this skill naturally. And we love him for it.

Other: Jack is our sweetheart. His smile melts my heart, and the way he puts his hand on Sophie’s shoulder when she’s fussing is pretty much the most amazing (and adorable) thing ever. He was the first to discover rolling over, but he’s since decided he’s not terribly interested in the whole thing. I’m pretty sure he’s one of those, “I’ll do it when I really have to” babies. It also seems that he is wise enough to realize that when he rolls from back to tummy, he gets stuck on his tummy. He doesn’t like being stuck on his tummy, so the solution? Stop rolling! That is one smart baby, and I applaud him for his problem-solving skills. You know what gets Jack to roll over? The English Premier League. He LOVES watching soccer. I know he’s not supposed to watch t.v., but it’s not like we have the child propped up on the couch facing the screen. If Jack is on the floor while Dad is watching soccer, he will roll or pivot himself around until he can see the screen. And then he just stares. Go ahead and judge us for letting our 6-month-old “watch t.v.,” but I’m pretty sure Jack will survive.


I’m telling you, the child was initially on his back, facing the other direction, and several feet farther away from the television.



Here he is working on two fingers.



Nicknames(s): Magoo, H, H-man, Mr. Bub, or any combination of the four

Weight:  12 pounds, 11.5 ounces

Clothing Size: Starting to make the move from 0-3 month to 3-6 month sizes

Digit of choice: Thumb

Milestones: Rolling back to front, pushing up on his hands, pivoting on his back, bringing hands to mouth, eating solids (rice cereal), reaching for things with one hand

Favorite Pastime: Moving around! A close second: looking at himself in the mirror.

Least Favorite Pastime: When you take the bottle out of his mouth and he’s not finished yet.

Feeding: He is our champ. He rarely leaves a bottle unfinished, and he is a natural with the rice cereal. Currently downing 6 oz a pop.

His first taste: 

Sleeping: Longest stretch? 12 hours, 17 minutes. Average overnight? 12 hours. Naps are less predictable, and recently he seems to have learned a thing or two from Sophie and has started crying when we put him down for the night. Still. 12 hours overnight? We’re not complaining 🙂

Special Talent: Rolling over. Yes, Jack, discovered it first, but once Henry caught a glimpse of his brother thrusting his legs in the air and over to the side, he began practicing, perfecting his own technique so as to minimize effort and maximize success. You may recall that Jack pretty much stopped trying as soon as he realized he got stuck on his tummy. I praised Jack for his problem-solving skills, and I applaud Henry for his perseverance!

Other: Henry is our mover (see above). We recently had to reconfigure our entire living room and purchase a large foam mat because Henry could not be contained by the activity mat any longer, and frankly, it just gets in his way. The same could be said for his brother and sister. Anyway, I was reminded of one morning in the NICU when little, 4-pound Henry, still hooked up to CPAP, a feeding tube, and three monitors, was DETERMINED to get out of his isolette. He was headed for the door! It was hard to capture on my iPhone camera at the time, but here he is climbing over the barricade of blankets.

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Here he is now, all (nearly!) thirteen pounds of him trying to get off of that activity mat. He’s also desperately trying to look at himself in the mirror.


Sister Sophie in the way? No matter. Just grab ahold and try to move her so you can go around. Or just keep rolling and see if she’ll take the hint.



Henry thinking about how to manage the situation.


Going for it..


I think you can all tell how Sophie feels about Henry invading her personal space. She is throwing a block with her right hand, but I’m pretty sure Henry just thought, “Hand in my mouth? Don’t mind if I do!” and started sucking.

While he will suck on pretty much anything that makes its way into his mouth, Henry is partial to his own thumb, and rarely a moment goes by when he is not shoving it in his mouth. It doesn’t matter if he’s eating. It doesn’t matter if he’s rolling. As much as he loves rolling, Henry will sometimes stop mid-roll to suck his thumb. 5:51AM and Henry’s awake? Don’t worry, he’s just hanging out, sucking his thumb.



Nickname(s): Soph, Noodle, Sophie-Sopherson

Weight: Weight:  11 pounds, 8.5 ounces

Clothing Size: 0-3 months

Fingers of choice: All five! She doesn’t discriminate. If she can get that whole fist in her mouth, she will.


Milestones: Pushing up on forearms, rocking back and forth, reaching for things with one hand

Favorite Pastime: People watching

Least Favorite Pastime: Not getting what she wants when she wants it 🙂

Feeding: Sophie prefers the one-on-one feed rather than sharing this time with her brothers. She can still be a bit tricky, depending on her mood, but she’s holding her own, taking 5 – 6 oz at a time. As for the rice cereal, it probably won’t surprise you that Sophie turned up her nose at her first few tastes.


Aunt Addie tackling the “Double Feed” with the boys.

Sleeping: This is definitely a work in progress. Her longest nighttime stretch is 11 hours, 55 minutes, and right now, she’s averaging 11 hours overnight, from about 7:30 PM to 6:30 AM. This is a recent phenomenon (since we reintroduced Zantac and started the Steroid cream–see “Medical Stuff” below), so I hope I haven’t just jinxed it here! And it didn’t happen without a fight. Perhaps I’ll write a post about sleep training at a later date, but it’s still hit-or-miss getting her down at night without tears, and those tears can last anywhere from five minutes to an hour and five minutes. Daytime naps are even more unpredictable, and despite our best efforts, Sophie would rather nap in the swing than in her crib. Like I said, a work in progress!

Special Talents: Burping. She puts her brothers to shame. We are so proud.

Other: Sophie is our peanut. She is super short and squishy in all the right places. She is sweet, silly, and yes, a bit demanding. But that’s how a diva is supposed to behave, is it not?


Sophie LOVES being snuggled, and when she greets you with that huge smile every morning, it’s hard not to oblige. She can get a little aggressive with her toys, but we’re pretty sure that’s just how she shows her affection.

Medical Stuff: Sophie is dealing with a pretty bad case of eczema, so we don’t always blame her for the fussing.


This photo doesn’t do it justice.

We’ve tried all the home remedies, and last week, when we finally took her to the pediatrician (she was scratching herself to the point of bleeding, THROUGH her sleep sack AND her pajamas), she prescribed steroid cream. The cream worked its magic in the span of two days, but three days after we stopped, her flare-ups are back. We’re hoping to find a longterm solution soon.

Also, the day before we took Sophie to the doctor, we came home to find that she had lost her voice! This was especially noticeable when it came time to put her to bed. The doctor’s conclusion? A combination of two things: two much reflux and too much crying. Back on the Zantac for Sophie.

The best part about the trips is that they’re all finally starting to notice and interact with one another.


Henry: “Wait. Whose thumb is that?”


Henry: “Hmm…I don’t think it’s my thumb, but that guy looks strangely familiar.” Sophie: “What’s going on over there? If only that ENORMOUS head would get out of my way…”




Holding hands. Brotherly love!

And sometimes, they’d rather be alone, and that’s ok too.



Sophie: “Um, guys? I don’t think there’s room for all three of us in this chair.”


Seriously, guys. Get out.


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Swinging from the Chandeliers

I shouldn’t be posting right now. I’ve been meaning to post for a couple of days now, but I haven’t, and now we’re coming up on the trips’ 6-month birthday, so I should be saving my post for Thursday, but the shenanigans that unfolded during bedtime tonight deserve a post. So you can look forward to TWO posts this week. You’re welcome.

Every time someone comes to our apartment for the first time, they walk in, look around, and say with surprise, “Wow. It’s so calm in here. I was expecting to find babies screaming and hanging from the chandeliers.” First of all, we have no chandeliers. Second of all, just because they’re not screaming when you arrive, doesn’t mean these babies don’t know how to yell. Let me assure you all that Henry, Jack, and Sophie DO cry. Sometimes all at the same time. Especially if that time is bedtime. But when all is said and done, we are pretty darn lucky in the fussiness department. Still, sometimes things go awry. So this post is for all of you out there dying to hear about the (sometimes) insanity that is having three infants at once.

Here’s how this evening began. I left work a little early to enjoy some time with my trio before bedtime, and when I arrived at home, all was quiet. The babies were rolling around on the activity mat, so I unpacked my bags, changed my clothes, and joined in the play. Diana left at 5:30, and all was calm on the Upper East Side front. Until…

5:38 pm: I receive this text from Will: “Stuck at game. Going to miss the feed.” Through a series of unfortunate events, the varsity soccer game didn’t begin until 5pm. No biggie.

5:42 pm: I reply: “Ok. Didn’t know you had a game! We’ll be ok.” And I mean it. Really, I do. I’ve handled the last feed and bedtime by myself before, and so has Will. I survived the past weekend without him (although I did have Aunt Addie helping, significantly improving the grown up-to-baby ratio, and there is no downplaying that). And now that Sophie no longer cries for 65 minutes straight before falling asleep, I actually like bedtime.

5:48 pm: I decide to pump. After all, everyone is happy, and if I don’t do it now, I might not be able to do it until 7:15, and that’s stretching it a bit far.

5:55 pm: Jack starts fussing in his Rock ‘n Play. I figure I’ll hold out for another three minutes and then I’ll start getting everyone ready for bed.

5:58 pm: I stop pumping, head to the nursery with Jack, and repeat the process with Sophie and Henry. Jack’s the only one who’s really cranky, so I turn on some Wee Sing Silly Songs, start and start dancing and singing with the trio while I change Jack’s diaper. Smiles abound. Diaper, change, repeat. Twice.

6:05 pm: I head to the kitchen, put the bottles in the warmer, return to the nursery, and this is what I find:

IMG_2941We’re on to “The Ants Go Marching,” by now, which is an all-time favorite. With seven minutes remaining on the bottle warmers, Henry, Jack, and Sophie enjoy a concert starring yours truly (and the seventeen little kids that now sing on all of the Wee Sing recordings).

6:08 pm: By the time the ants are marching seven by seven, Jack is growing weary of my antics. Still, I’m not worried. We’re right on schedule. I’ll get them into their jammies, get the bottles, and start feeding two at a time while the third one waits. Wait a minute. I forgot with just one adult the third one has to wait. Who is going to wait? Who is going to last? Well, Henry will probably last. He’s pretty patient these days. Maybe even Sophie. She’s acting particularly jolly at the moment.

6:09 pm: I return to the kitchen to swirl the bottles. Shoot. I have to separate an ounce for Sophie and one for Henry and add the Zantac. From the nursery, Henry is sounding a little less patient. Sophie a little less jolly. Ugh. These dumb Dr. Brown’s! I have to assemble the bottles. All the nipples are dirty. Even the clean nipples on the drying rack. Even the ones in the drawer. How are all 18 nipples grimy? Whose fault is this? Man, somebody is getting pretty cranky in the nursery.

6:13 pm: Back in the nursery with the bottles (all five of them –three regular and two Zantac appetizers for H and S). Why didn’t I put them in the pajamas before? What was I waiting for? After attempting to get Jack into his adorable snap-up footies for all of five seconds, I throw them back in the proper bin in the closet and grab nightgowns for everyone. It’s just easier. And no one is getting LESS hungry.

6:15 pm: I decide Henry can wait it out, even though he’s got the Zantac appetizer. Into the Boppys with J and S we go. Jack is immediately quiet once bottle hits his lips. Sophie is not. Sophie won’t take the Zantac. Is it too cold? Too disgusting? The wrong nipple? Who knows. But she is putting up quite a fight. Meanwhile, from Jack’s crib (don’t ask), Henry is NOT feeling patient. We also have two mobiles going (each playing it’s own song because that’s the way most mobiles work).

6:17 pm: I have to pick up Sophie to see if I can get her to take the one ounce with Zantac. Jack will have to wait.

6:19 pm: Sophie is putting up a serious fight and Jack is NOT thrilled that his meal was interrupted.

6:41 pm: I send this text to Will: “Close at all?” He is not. By now, all three babies are really wailing, and NO one is eating. I have tried Sophie in the carseat with her bottle sling, but she screamed even louder, and almost managed to fling herself OUT of the carseat. Henry has gone from Jack’s crib to bouncer to Boppy in his crib, and he’s now in my arms. I’m pretty sure I’ve started to cry. Or yell. Or both.

6:42 pm: It seems a bit quieter. I look up and see Jack has tired himself out with all the crying and he is asleep in the Boppy. He’s had half an ounce. I manage to get Henry set up in the car seat with the Bebe Bottle Sling, and he is ready and willing to drink his bottle on his own. Love this kid.

Sophie is screaming bloody murder, and she couldn’t possibly eat even if she wanted to. Her mouth is too busy making all that noise. I actually start trying to reason with the babies. I tell them, “I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do. I can’t feed you all at once.” Sophie screams louder.

6:43 pm: I pick Jack up to feed him because I’m worried if he continues to sleep he’ll never get his dinner. Once he is out, he is OUT. All the while, I’m watching Henry to make sure he’s 1) breathing, 2) not choking, 3) drinking, and 4) awake. He is all of these things, but every 30 seconds or so the bottle falls out of his mouth, and you can guess how he feels about that.

6:48 pm: An unidentified 212 number calls my cell. Three times in a row. I pick up on the third time, and the super from our former apartment on 88th street begins to scold me about the radiator Lauren and I (Ariel–?!?) broke this past weekend. You can use your imagination to decide how I responded to him.

6:50 pm: Henry is almost done. Jack is not, mostly because every time the bottle falls out of Henry’s mouth, I have to take the bottle out of Jack’s so I have a hand free to return the bottle to Henry’s mouth. Jack spits up all over his bib.

6:52 pm: Henry is done, so I put Jack down, get Henry out of the car seat, burp him (barely), and take off his bib. He is soaking wet. Off comes his nightgown, into the closet I go, and Henry gets a new shirt. I zip him into his sleep sack and tell him I’m sorry he probably still needs to burp. Sophie is quieting down. You probably think I appreciate this (and my ears do), but I know this means she is falling asleep and she hasn’t even STARTED her real bottle. It doesn’t matter. I HAVE to finish with Jack.

6:54 pm: Jack won’t take any more even though he’s only had four ounces. I’m pretty sure the milk is just too cold by now, so I bring him with me to the kitchen to heat it up again. Sophie is asleep in her Boppy. While Jack’s bottle heats, I put him down and realize HE is all wet. Off his nightgown comes and into a shirt he goes. The bib is already off, so I zip him into his sleep sack. He squirms in discomfort.

6:56 pm: I pick Sophie up (to wake her), and start in with her bottle. She is also displeased with the temperature. Jack’s bottle timer goes off, I go in to get it and to warm up Sophie’s. Upon my return to the nursery, Jack is quieting down, so I decide to forgo his last two ounces. I am completely over my frustration with wasting milk.

6:58 pm: Back to the kitchen with Sophie (I’ve turned the lights off in there now) to fetch her re-warmed bottle. She is finally willing to drink it. I bring her into the nursery, dim the lights all the way, and settle into the chair with Sophie and her bottle.

By 7:03, the boys are both asleep, and Sophie is happily (and quietly!) taking her bottle in my arms. Will walks in about two minutes later, and it is hard to believe that the whole nightmare really only lasted 50 minutes, and everyone (including me) is feeling perfectly calm and collected right now.

This was the scene when Will arrived home:


If you zoom in, you’ll find a dirty nightgown, a bottle in a bottle sling, a car seat, a phone, and several bibs strewn about the floor. If you’ve ever seen our nursery, you’ll know this is a MESS compared to what it usually looks like. Please don’t think I’m being boastful. I’m glad Milo’s aggressive nature keeps you all out of our bedroom, because I would be mortified if any of you saw the mess that has accumulated in there. But with three babies in one two-bedroom Manhattan apartment, the only thing keeping us sane is to put everything back in its place when we are done with it. In case you were wondering, the floor of the nursery is generally not where we keep our dirty nightgowns, empty bottles, car seats, bibs, and iPhones. By 7:15 pm, all those things had been put away (thank you, Will!), Sophie was finished eating and down in her crib, and I had almost forgotten we had three babies “swinging from the chandeliers” only moments before.

So there you have it. Sometimes it is BANANAS over here. But (and I think this might be the case with most families, multiple babies or not), it is over almost as quickly as it began. And even though in the moment I am thinking, “This is ridiculous. I can’t handle this. When is this going to stop?!?! Why am I the worst parent ever?!? Are my neighbors going to complain? What happens if they come knocking? Do you think they’d come in and offer to help? Should I go ASK for their help?” less than an hour later I am snuggling with one of my sweet babies and we have all forgotten (well, maybe not TOTALLY forgotten) the chaos that reigned just moments before.

Ok, on Thursday, more photos. I promise. For now, I hope you enjoyed a chuckle at my expense. I’m sure there will more where that came from!