Leaving the house

Even though it's brutally cold outside, we still try to get out of the house at least once a day. The trouble is that leaving the house requires a solid 60 minutes of preparation. Behold, the insanity that is trying to get somewhere by 10am with the triplets. 

9am- Prepare snacks for the car ride and hide them in the laundry room/mud room. 

Change Dylan's diaper for the second time of the day (the kid is regular, that's for sure)

Wrestle 3 angry octopi into their clothing. 

Tell Sloane, who refuses to have her shoes put on for her, to put her shoes on.

Put the boys' shoes on.  

Open the laundry room/mud room door and put jackets on. 

Yell at everyone for turning on the washing machine. 
Put Sloane's shoes on the right feet as she writhes on the ground in a fit of rage.

Turn off dryer. 

Acknowledge the pita chip that was dropped into the vent. 
After the kids find the hidden snacks, deal with the meltdown that ensues when I tell them they can't have them yet.

Turn off the washer. 

Put on a jacket. 

Acknowledge the chip, again. 

Put another jacket on. 

Turn off the dryer. 

Get Hudson off the kitchen table. 

Put last jacket on. 

Put Sloane's shoes back on.
"I see that there's a chip in the vent"

Turn off the washer. 

Take the "hidden" snacks away from Dylan. 

Grab my shoes that are being used as hats. 

"YES I KNOW THERES A DAMN CHIP IN THE VENT"
Put Sloane's shoes back on.

Open garage door. 

Play a game of ring around the mini-van with 3 toddlers. 

Try not to alarm the neighbors as I wrestle screaming children (who are certain I'm trying to harm them) into their car seats. 

Turn on car (movie) and hand them their snacks. 

Head back into the house to grab my coffee, take a look in the mirror, decide no one will notice that I haven't brushed my hair.

Take a few quiet sips of coffee. 

Okay, maybe a few more.

Hey, look...a left over waffle...better eat it. 

Finally head out to the car. 

Find 3 full snack cups thrown on the floor. 

Give a huge sigh, and begin drive to destination. 

10am- Arrive at destination and put Sloane's shoes back on.
I swear- this is not an exaggeration in an attempt to earn a chuckle.  This is exactly how it goes every morning.  I still hope you are laughing though.

While we're not getting ready to leave the house, we've been getting bigger by the minute.  Not only does Sloane love to put her own shoes on, but also her socks and pants.  She is so smart!
Dylan has learned how to slam dunk the basketball, in true Jordan fashion. And Hudson is learning to embrace his inner thespian and makes faces on demand. Never a dull moment!

Put her own socks on.  Look how proud she is!

For the Win!

Huddy and Aunt Warwa doing their best kissy faces for Valentine's day.