It's Just a Phase

This is my new motto. It's just a phase. I was enlightened by a fellow mother of triplets the other day when she told me that everything is just a phase - some good phases, some not so good. And as she's talking I look down and realize that she is looking at Chase and touching his foot and he's not crying. In fact, he's not even upset! Thank goodness that phase is over! I quickly reflected back and realized that we have already conquered a lot of phases - nightly fit throwing, screaming for no reason, needing to suck on binkies night and day, needing to be fed every 3 hours around the clock, and so on. Wow, we've been through a lot in 8 short months. Even though it's still hard juggling three little turkeys, I have to say it's gotten a lot better. But nonetheless, I find myself repeating my new motto throughout the days because there are still so many phases we have yet to conquer...

When Kate is spitting her sweet potatoes at me and trying to steal the spoon and I am covered in orange goo, I mutter to myself, "It's just a phase." When I am changing Chase's soaking wet shirt and bib for the 5th time in a day because he is drooling so much, "It's just a phase," I say aloud to no one in particluar. When I catch Reece licking Grandpa's DVD player or sucking on the coffee table, I giggle and say "It's just a phase." And when they are all laughing hysterically as Daddy tickles them or giving me big hugs and sloppy wet kisses while pulling out my hair at the same time, I sigh and sadly think "It's just a phase." They are growing up so fast.