Pillow Stuffing

So, for those that do not know, I have 2 1/2 year old triplets. McKenna, Madelyn and William. McKenna is the oldest by seconds with Madelyn following close behind. They were born in the same minute. William was only a few more seconds behind the girls coming within the next minute. Now I am not sure how the birth order mysteries work when multiples are pulled out by a doctor during a very fast emergency c-section and not pushed out by mom. But I can see some of the personality traits of birth order in them. McKenna is a little bossy but usually very easy going and always happy. Madelyn is the thinker. She sits back and watches things happen before she will get involved. And William is definitely the baby. My sensitive child. And the girls boss him around alot! He gets his feeling hurt very easily and can throw a major tantrum if provoked.

Wednesday was most definitely a terrible twos day. I was of course trying to do some housework and a couple of loads of laundry as well as trying to sew and keep the babies entertained when they were fussy. So, as I am upstairs doing the laundry, the babes decide that the back cushions on the new couch are way overstuffed! Apparently they have taken two of the cushions down, unzipped them, and have begun to take out the stuffing...one little handful at a time!!!!! Now I am blissfully unaware this is happening and they seem to be behaving since I don't hear any "stop" and "mine" or frustrated screaming. Yes....I should have known better.

I come downstairs, go into the kitchen to start lunch and I still haven't looked over the bar to see the mess they have made. I have asked my oldest child to go out to the freezer to get the chicken stix and as he passes the den, he stops and yells for me as he sees the mess. I figure the girls are naked or climbing on top of the side tables or something along those lines. NOOOO. The girls are laying in the middle of the floor, on their backs, surrounded on all sides by pillow stuffing, looking for all intents and purposes like they are trying to make snow angels!!

I loudly gasp which sends the children scattering in all directions. McKenna jumps onto the couch, Maddy runs to the other side of the room and poor Will runs toward me saying "UH-OH". INDEED UH-OH!!!! I spanked three little hineys in quick succession and made them sit still until the mess was cleaned up and the pillows re-stuffed. I have never seen such a mess in so short a time. But I guess when the odds are three-to-one, everything is going to be bigger.

Can you imagine potty training? Or the teen years? I am not sure there is enough Prozac for either one.