"All this growing up stuff seems so hard. Getting all these licenses and paying all these taxes and stuff."
It's hard to believe that in less than a week, the girls will be nine years old. I've been testing it out for the past few months now. "You're almost nine years old." It seems like they were just five year olds. There is still very much of that little kid innocence, most likely exacerbated by the fact that there are no older siblings leading the way. (Which sadly reminds me of Abbey.) But they are growing. There are crushes and a more mature way of presenting themselves. We haven't had any clothing drama. I buy, they dress themselves, life moves on.
Anna helping to wash the car: "I'm scrubbing the logo so the company will be proud of us."
When the girls were infants and we relied on the mentoring (and sympathy) of parents of older triplets, we so often heard that it doesn't get "easier." That the demands of triplets change and life is different but not "easy." And while I agree because, yes, having three third graders isn't always a piece of cake, I would say that it's easier. Maybe not when it comes to parenting but without a doubt, the physical demands can't compare to those earlier years.
Someone singing: "Welcome to the new age, to the new age . . ."
Someone complaining: "I wish the new age was a place where you didn't sing."
We recently met with the girls' teachers for the last parent/teacher conferences of the school year. Granted we have almost three months to go, but this year has been a good one all around. No drama, no issues, no major concerns. Just how we like it. I'm proud of the girls for being hard workers. That's one of the many consistent comments we heard from all three teachers.
Rich: "Why are there all these different toothpaste tubes down here?"
Allie: "Emily likes to use the Tom's but Anna and I use the Crest because it has fluoride."
Me: "Where did that come from?"
(Bowling with bumpers and big balls at their cousin's birthday party)