…is people stopping me to share a hello every time I am out with the three boys alone.
And they say,
“Two boys, and is that a girl in your baby carrier?”
“Wow, three young kids, keep up the great work mom.”
“Oh boy, you are outnumbered, go super mom.”
…is four trips to the gym a week. No exceptions. No guilt.
Two solid lifts and two days of treadmill interval work.
How can I raise strong men if I don’t lead by example? 😉
…is listening to Camden find his voice amongst this loud family.
He has been fairly quiet, until week 9 hit, and now he has plenty to say. All sort of ooh’s to be shared.
…is pretending I got this thing together.
Because eventually I will. Right?