So, last evening, I was hanging out with the triplets before Seth and the J-man got home. The trio was pretty content, and I had a little work to finish up in the kitchen, so I disappeared just for a minute. And Sam immediately came to the kitchen and frantically started screaming to be let in. You see, Sam has a new love. Though he still loves his precious elephant blankets, there is a a new love in his life and it... is a broom.
I kid you not.
It's the weirdest thing ever, but this kid is in LOVE with a broom. He would sleep with the stupid thing if I would let him. He carries it with him everywhere. He gets hysterical when I make him put it down to eat or to go to sleep. He cries at the kitchen to be let in to get to the broom, and when I let him in, he runs in and makes a beeline for it. He. Loves. That. Broom. Loves it.
So there I am in the kitchen with Sam screaming to be let in for his precious broom. I relented and let him have the broom and he quieted right down. I finished what I was doing (really, people, it took me less than 2 minutes), and I realized how quietly the girls were.
Quiet = bad. Very bad. So I peaked out of the kitchen and this is what I found:
Ellie had dumped out my entire bin of 439,587 bibs. Yes, I have a lot of bibs. A lot. Too many, in fact. Yes, I have now done some weeding of my bib collection, so that the top to the bib bin will now close. Because I am smart. But not smart enough to have done this earlier. Because apparently, I'm not that smart. Sigh.
Oh but there's more:
Abby joined in the fun, too! Rest assured, Ellie was definitely the one to have dumped out the bin of bibs, but Abby wasn't going to miss out on the fun!
Sam was SO happy and having such a good time! (you can't see his beloved broom here in this picture, but trust me, he had it!)
Oh there was so much fun being had! And they were so cute that I couldn't even really be mad about it. I mean, they were cute, they were having fun, they weren't making a lot of noise. I couldn't really clean it up, though, because every time I tried, they just threw more up in the air. It was clear that this would be an activity that mommy would have to tackle AFTER they went to bed. Fortunately, bedtime was looming (as you can see by the fact that they were already in PJ's when the bibapalooza began!).
Here are a few more snapshots of the fun times:
It's an Abby-in-a-Box! (Maybe she's a cat!)
I think Ellie's just wearing that shirt so that I won't get mad about the bibs...
Sam and his beloved broom... the least he could do is use it to sweep up the mess! :)
Shortly after these pictures were taken, I wrestled the broom away from Sam (with much protest from the little man), and whisked everyone away into the nursery for bed time. Abby is on a sleep striek these days, so she ended up not so much with the sleeping, SIGH, but I did eventually get the bib situation all sorted out and put away about 40 bibs and put the rest in the box with the lid tightly closed so that I won't have to worry about that happening again anytime soon. Whew!
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why Mommy can't turn her back on triplets. Even for a minute!