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:( Collapse )