40 years

We spent this past weekend at a hotel with Nate's family for his parents' 40th wedding anniversary.  40 years!  It is so amazing to me that both his parents and mine are still happily married.  It's a great blessing to have good examples of what marriage should look like. We've only been married 6 years, but the past 2 have shown us some incredible challenges.  That's a whole post of it's own!  With such great examples to follow we haven't fallen apart, but come closer together. 

Back to the weekend...

We left Friday afternoon after the boys had a nap and a bath (something Nate is taking over now that my belly get in the way of the tub!)  They did great in the car, slept great in their pack and plays and were just really well behaved all weekend. I was so nervous that they wouldn't cooperate, but they were terrific.  We had a blast!  It was so much fun being together all weekend and seeing family.  We came home Sunday late afternoon after having lunch with friends who live near where we stayed.  It was FAR less work to go away this time.  When we went to Indianapolis last year we had to do a lot more prep work.  Thankfully as they get older it gets easier.  We, of course, still get stopped constantly to ask if they are triplets and a host of other questions follow.  The one that takes the cake for this weekend was, "So, who's getting fixed after this baby comes?".  I'm not kidding.  A perfect stranger asked this.  I almost choked on my food.  It turns out her son is a urologist so she was going to refer us to him.  I politely told her we don't live in the area while secretly thinking, "Are you serious?!?".  Something tells me her urologist son would be mortified to find out his mother is drumming up business in the local TGI Fridays.  I think it's time for me to write the "what not to say to parents of multiples" blog.  That's coming soon, I just need to find the right words. 

All in all it was a great weekend.  I did a lot of checking and double checking about what we were eating in order to avoid an allergic reaction for Noah.  There were few moments of toddler attitude, which are many at right now in our house-including Noah saying, "Mommy, come!" when he wants something and Reese gently laying down flat on his face on the driveway when he's told "No".  Oh boys...