John Cave Osborne
Before the triplets came around, my child-rearing experience was limited to the fairer gender. In fact, one of my biggest concerns during the early stages of the triplet pregnancy was that we’d learn that all three of the triplets were girls.
Not that I wouldn’t have been thrilled with such. I would have been. It’s just that it would have put me in a decided majority. Because, aside from my dog, I’d be the guy — completely surrounded by girls. Five of them, in fact. And, if it were all the same to everyone else, I’d just as soon add a boy or two to the mix.
Which is exactly what wound up happening; our triplets were of the boy-boy-girl variety, and I couldn’t have been happier.
That said, these little boys certainly packed quite a few surprises! Here are 10 things that no one warned me about when it came to my little fellas:
You know what’s incredibly cool? Parenting triplets.
You know what’s incredibly tough? Parenting triplets.
Now, there’s no way I’d trade all the blessings that comes with being the parent of multiples. Not even for all the tea in China. But that’s tea people. Not wine. Which is what I’m about to do. Just a little bit, at least.
Because as great as it is, parenting triplets is hard. And here are 20 of the most difficult things that I’ve encountered — particularly as it pertains to their first few years of life.
Few things warm my heart like watching our baby play with Briggs, our faithful chocolate Lab. With five-year-old triplets constantly running amok, and an 11-year-old to boot, so often our baby is left to his own devices while we try to (momentarily, at least) regain control. And you know who always keeps him company?
Briggs. That’s who. The other “child” who’s been, from time to time at least, lost in our chaotic shuffle. And what’s so great is that you can totally tell that Luke LOVES Briggs.
But just the other day, something occurred to me. Briggs is almost ten and Luke’s only one. If something were to happen to Briggs in the next couple of years, Luke might not even remember him. I truly don’t think this will be the case, as it seems ol’ Briggs has plenty left in the tank.
Still, though, such a thought does give me pause. And if anything ever did happen to our family pet in the next year or two, there are so many things I’d want our baby to know about him. Here are ten of them.
You know what kinda drives me crazy? The somewhat condescending tone I hear a lot of moms using to describe dads’ parenting aptitude. Here’s the deal — I’m not really the Susan B. Anthony type, so I’m not gonna pound the table and scream FOUL! Instead, I’m just gonna say this:
Well it’s official, folks. We’ve entered the toys-that-aren’t-toys phase in our household!
On the one hand, this is great news, as it means that our baby continues his developmental advancement. On the other hand, though, it means that any and everything is fair game. Put another way? Nothing is off limits!