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After “you have your hands full” which is the comment #1 about our family, the question, “How do you guys do it”, is the most frequent. It’s such a wide open question that after thinking a few seconds or many long minutes, the answer is always the same: WE DON’T KNOW HOW WE DO IT, WE DON’T THINK ABOUT IT, WE JUST DO IT.
The key to keeping our family manageable is to have a schedule and planning ahead. There are two things our children can’t tolerate at all, hunger and tiredness. So if we feed them and put them to sleep on schedule most of the day can go very smoothly, until it won’t.
Today somebody decided to save some formula, because, sometimes, one of the babies leaves one or two ounces or even more. Guess what, you never can save formula, it’s a bad idea. You can save at the wrong moment and that can affect the feeding schedule for the entire day.
I was feeling a little slow because I had a visit to the dentist and they numbed the left side of my mouth to do some deep cleaning. So I was half here, half in venus.
It is about dinner time, the kids are in their chairs by the pool, Patrick started to prepare rice (don’t ever let a white boy cook rice, ok?). So i said, “Since they are behind in their schedule, we should start preparing their last bottles now.”
Patrick said, “lets give a bath first. Here we go, I thought… I can see it coming.
Bathing triplets is like a factory assembly line. Everything needs to be done in order so you don’t forget to clean one baby’s ears or wash another’s head twice. As soon as we placed the babies in our bed (that is where we start the process) they started to cry, why? Because they are hungry.
In the meantime, Lorenzo is going thru a new phase, he closes every door he finds in his destructive toddler path. So here I am preparing 3 bottles at light speed, checking on the, now abandoned, rice still cooking on the stove, opening doors that Lorenzo close immediately after I passed them. “Oh no! Lily has a rash on her butt,” I hear from Patrick, on the other side of the house. “Bring me the butt cream with the blue cap.” He asked, with urgency.
I am still working on the bottles, the cereal we add to their night bottle is empty, so I need to open a new box, but Patrick needs towels this time, then he questions why the bottles are not ready yet. I run back to the kitchen for the 4th time, I stand in the middle of the kitchen and I think. What am I doing here? Oh yeah, the bottles, then I prepare the baby bottles. I finish the bottles, wait, these are the wrong nipples! Cereal formula require nipples #3, I have to remove the nipples #2, clean the mess of formula spilling all over, put the new nipples (this is all 3X ok, don’t ever forget that part). Wait! I left 2 babies in the bed without supervision! I run back to the bedroom, open the door that Lorenzo closed again, babies are ok, they are screaming like little piglets but they are safe. I run to their nursery to prepare their cribs and dispose their dirty diapers, Lorenzo is disposing some new baby hats he found in a drawer (he is so quick). I remove the hats from the trash can, Patrick is asking again for the butt lotion for Lilly, I can’t find it. So I am ready to dress the already bathed babies, OMG, the rice! Run over there and just started to laugh, not like a nice healthy laugh but more like a maniac, psychopath kind of laugh. Then I hear Patrick screaming, “Lorenzo, get out of here!!! OMG! OMG! OMG!” – He is washing Liam’s head in the sink, Lorenzo is “reorganizing” the cabinet underneath “the baby is peeing on Lorenzo’s head!!!”. And it is only 5 minutes since Patrick decided to give the babies a bath off schedule.
How we do it? You tell me how we do it. And please don’t get confused, we are not looking for advice. Pleeeease do not give me any advise on this. The lady with the black cat used to do that, and was permanently blocked. (referring to my Facebook page follower.)
Right now, Lorenzo is taking a quiet bath, babies are sleeping and the house is very quiet, I am writing this and preparing to see the last season of Breaking Bad.
Tomorrow all these memories are gone and we are already collecting new ones.
Have a good night.
Juan Luque was born and raised in a small town in the mountains, in northern Argentina. He is the older of 7 children, and he left his parent’s home when he was 18. In 1999, Juan migrated to USA and started working as a design architect in an American corporation. Tired of the boring process of designing schools, and government buildings, Juan decided to open his own business. In 2009 Juan met Patrick, the love of his life. Committed to one another, and longing for children of their own, both participated in fertility treatments. Through the help of 2 surrogate mothers, they have 4 children, all related to them biologically. Today they have moved from a small house in historical Tampa Bay to the Suburbs of Straight America, as he defines it. They own a large house, a dog and a Minivan. In a short period of 2 years their life has changed for ever. This is their journey. Learn more about Juan and Patrick from Juan’s blog: www.prolificfamily.blogspot.