What a difference 3 makes

You know, my mom always said if you can handle 3 kids, you can handle a dozen. It's the 3rd child that changes the dynamic. I do believe she was right. (Bet you thought I'd never say that) It really has rung true these last few days. Like, last week when Sawyer was in school and just Ansley and Judson were home. They played for 2 hours straight without an argument. 2 HOURS!! They put on their swimsuits (40 degrees outside) and pretended to be at the beach. Now today, Judson went with his dad to work. Ansley and Sawyer have been as quiet as church mice. They've had a lovely time playing, together and alone. Not one argument, or bump, or bruise either. Amazing. I have to say, though, today is too quiet. I miss the noise. I miss the laughter. I miss the funny things they say and do. (I don't miss the arguments)

Here the crew is checking out the Christmas tree. We put it up early so they could have more time to enjoy it. (Or tear it down, whichever!) I'm very "Thankful" this holiday season(and all throughout the year), I have 3 'perfect' children.