Well, things are back to normal here.
I don't know what I was thinking complaining about Utah being hard. My regular life is way worse.
Really though, my house is spotless when each day begins. I don't know how this happens so quickly day after day. It's so overwhelming. And I even forgot how much chocolate it takes to get through an average day in my life. In fact, I actually consumed a whole Costco-sized box of chocolate covered raisins in about 5 days (cringe)!
But the boys are so excited to have their dad back - they can't get close enough as you can see. I love that they all have to do what dad is doing.
I asked Ryan if the boys are better or worse when we left. He was affirmative: worse. Definitely worse. It's funny to see his frustrations with them sometimes. I came in to find Phoenix with his bib duct taped around his neck today. Apparently you don't get away with ripping it off 100 times when dad's in charge of lunch. I think Ryan is still surprised at how much they cry and scream and really just how crazy these kids are. I tried telling him we needed to go check on the kids one day and sure enough we walked out and Phoenix had a big knife in his hand! And of course they're all over things they weren't before. I keep having to rescue Phoenix after he keeps climbing up on our stroller and getting stuck in flying position with his arms and legs straight out as he's sprawled out perched across the top of the extra jump seat in the front. And yes, they've grown just enough to be able to reach the elevator button that's just outside our apartment. This could prove to be very problematic. I might actually be glad for how often it breaks down now.
And I have to say I actually enjoyed my day with the twins separated. It was the easiest airplane ride I've had in a while (well, minus the hour and a half we had to wait in the airport for Ryan to pick us up. Just imagine bleeding children, children throwing tantrums on the baggage claim floor, children running away down the halls and out the automatic doors, pushing carts all over the baggage areas, people yelling, "Where are the adults with these children?!?" and me getting in a tiff with a snotty woman who wanted to take our cart. It was ugly.) But then the next day we went swimming. And grocery shopping. And ran errands. Wow, just imagine all the things I could do if I only had one baby! With all of them I can hardly go anywhere and we're stuck in the house so much. But two was such a cinch! I kept wondering if it was having the third kid around that was hard or if it was just Phoenix who makes life hard. When he came back I realized it's both. :)
Anyhow, as a random question - I know many of you have done Disneyland or Disneyworld with kids. We're attempting it when my sister comes in town with her family in a few weeks. I'd love to take our awesome stroller - but do you just leave them sitting outside the rides? I'm just afraid - what if someone just walks off with it? I mean, it's pretty unique and you can probably tell it was expensive, so do I take it, or take crappy strollers we don't care as much about?