"Monks, please sit with your brother while I get the laundry"...
"Fif, show the baby his toy, yeah, that one there..."
The moments when I really feel having three kiddos usually involve everyone making noise. All of them either talking, yelling, crying, singing...at the same time. I defer to older siblings to help out with younger ones and somehow everyone is heard an gets what they need.
And then there are little moments like this. Quiet moments where in silence they all seem to congregate as if they were pulled together magnetically. They love each other. Each wants to see what the others are doing. And I find then when the little man is added to the mix, he keeps the arm flying and grabbing to a minimum. And while it may be short lived, that sweet memory remains...and keeps me from eating them when mere minutes later the rukus resumes.
Have a wonderful weekend!