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I always thought that among people who have children, it was most common to have two¹. Perhaps, at one time, that was correct. Nowadays, though, its all about three. Everywhere I look, I see more and more families with three kids.

Which is nice, because it gives us hope for our survival. At the moment, we are completely reactive, and are overworked and under-slept². With Haines only weeks old, and the older two not in a regular routine right now³, there is just sooooo much to do on a daily basis; MR and I are not getting into bed until after midnight every night, and up before six.

I am reserving judgment on whether or not the transition from one to two, or from two to three is more difficult until we weather this storm a bit.

One day at a time…

1. Wasn’t that the joke in the 80’s or something, that the nuclear family had 2.3 children? «
2. And apparently taking liberties with grammar and spelling. «
3. And a couple of other things I’ll reserve for later… «

Well, not exactly this week, but at least within recent memory.  And I don’t have any pictures yet, which in one case will be disappointing, and in the other would be silly.

Reilly is Jumping / Dive-Flopping off the diving board The kid is swimming like a fish all the sudden, and vounteered that he wanted to jump off the board.  I’d been trying to get him to do it for weeks with no success, and one day he says lets go.  Unfortunately, the diving boards were closed that afternoon, so we had to wait.  Two weeks ago, the older boys went to spend the weekend with my folks, and while there Reilly took the plunge.  And he’s been jumping and belly-flopping ever since.  Photos coming soon.

Dobbs is Swimming (Sort of)  D thinks he can swim, but he can’t quite yet.  He jumps from the wall and then just kinda hangs there in the water like that kid on the cover of Nevermind.  Every so often, he kicks.  Seriously, though - he has no fear, expect for some loud noises, and spends most trips to the pool hurling himself into the water and then climbing back out to do it again. And he wants to do it by himself.

Reilly vs Potty Training = Mission Complete While he’s been sans diaper during the day for some time now, we’ve kept him in pull-ups at night.  Monday, he said he didn’t want to wear it, so we took the leap, and he woke up dry.  Before you pop the champagne, I should mention that Tuesday night did not go quite so well, but we are committed and have high hopes for tonite.

Have I mentioned that I really don’t like potty training?