"Mom, I just want to tell you something."

K is the Princess of avoiding the task at hand. Whether it's cleaning up toymagedon or going to bed at night, K will do just about anything to avoid what she doesn't want to do. Lately, this has come in the form of a sweet little smile and a seemingly innocent, "I just want to tell you something." There could not be a more loaded statement on Earth at this moment. Responding with any semblance of interest will drag you into a time suck to rival no other.

Take today for example. K is supposed to be cleaning up toymagedon right now. (Heck, I'm supposed to be cleaning up the kitchen so maybe the apple doesn't fall that far from the tree.) She recently came out of the playroom (read: former dining room) to "tell me something" and I stupidly replied with "What?" I know, I know, don't engage. Too late, commence time suck.

She sits on the floor because this very important news is exhausting to share and must be done seated. She stares off into space trying to come up with something worthy enough to merit stopping the current search and rescue mission for Strawberry Shortcake and her friends amidst the rubble. All the while she smiles that impish grin and then produces this gem.

K:  "Mommy, what season is it?"
Me: "Winter."
K: "What comes after winter?"
Me: "Spring." (See, I'm keeping it to one word responses. All is not lost.)
K: "Well, you need to take down all the snowmen in there because it's almost spring." **impish grin**
Me: "That was so sweet of you to come up with a job for me to do K. How about you get done what you need to first and then we'll worry about the snowmen."

Currently, K has stopped at least five more times. Once to share a great idea she had for cleaning up. (Which, she has failed to implement yet.) Twice to use the potty and two more times to entertain B. B of course starts smiling and I feel like the Wicked Witch of the West breaking up the lovely sisterly bonding going on but send her scurrying I must.

And now, I sit here trying not to laugh out loud as K aimlessly wanders amongst the toy related carnage singing about her hair band. Laughing would be a major sign of weakness.


 

Every since K was born, I have wanted to write a journal about her life. Fast forward five years and add two more little girls to the equation and you get a dusty journal with nothing written in it. I've jotted little notes to them about their year each Christmas and placed them inside an ornament just for them but that's about it. You don't even want to see the baby books.

I guess I just want a place to write down the cute moments and memories. Or a place to record proof of the wonderful insanity they brought to each day of my life so they can't act like it didn't happen years from now. (Like how K and E are totally ignoring the fact that they are supposed to be cleaning up the toy explosion in our dining room right now.)

As the title clearly states, I have 3 little girls. K just turned five, E is two and B is 3 months old. They have certainly made life a lot more interesting (read: crazy) for my husband and I. If anything, I want this blog to serve as place for me to record the little things that make up our days. Moments that don't always require the video camera but deserve a place to be saved. Those cute things they say or do that I don't want to forget.

I want it to be a place to muse and reflect about how my life spun into a world of tutus and princesses. How my once functional dining room became a den of dolls and ponies. To remember what it was like when 3 Little Girls ruled my world because I'm sure I will miss it. Well... one day I will.