We did it today. We
went to a restaurant with the entire group, and it was not a disaster.
We rarely go to real restaurants with wait staff these
days. It’s just… a lot. A lot of loading kids, stuff, sippy cups,
diapers, etc. A lot of worrying about
whether the babies will sit still in the high chairs, whether the big girls will
fall off their chairs and spill their drinks.
A lot of dealing with stares, unplanned interactions, etc. When we take the whole group out, we have to be ready. We have to bring our game faces and our
A-game. We have to be ready to pick up
sippy cups 13 times. Ready to deal with the
spills. Ready to deal with the attention
that we inevitably invite (which, as an aside, I totally understand).
This morning, after a decent night of sleep for everyone, I
was feeling READY. I felt like we
could bring our A-game. So I floated the
idea by Seth, who agreed. So, at 7:15, I
started telling the biggies to get dressed and get ready. I started changing the babies. Change a diaper, put on clothes, find
shoes (oh sweet Jesus where do all the
shoes go all the time?). Repeat three
times. And then repeat again when the
babies poop because they always wait for a clean diaper to poop. At about 8:30 we were all ready—hair brushed,
clothes on, shoes on. And we were
off.
And magically, this morning the stars were aligned. There was no wait. The restaurant was relatively empty. We had a fabulous waitress. The big girls sat nicely on their chairs and helped
entertained the babies. Everyone ate
their food. Abby waved at every single
person who walked by. Libby and Ruby
stared at every single person who walked by (more another day on their
different little personalities). We felt
the usual stares, but we kept on keeping on.
A sweet triplet grandma came by and told us how blessed we were. Miraculously, no one cried.
And, all things considered, breakfast out was a big success. When this happens, and we manage to go out
with the whole group without many disasters, I see glimpses of our life before
the triplets. A life where we were very
spontaneous and would pick up and go on a moment’s notice. We took unplanned trips to New Orleans. We even once drove to Disney overnight. In short, we made plans on the fly and
usually everything turned out ok. That lack of spontaneity is probably the
biggest adjustment for me with the triplets’ arrival, and it’s one that I still
grapple with.
I think my spontaneity is a trait I inherited from my
dad. When we were kids, we’d go camping
on barrier islands after just a few hours’ notice. (Can you imagine? Taking six kids out on a
boat to go camping on an island where there is nothing and no one else? We did
that regularly). We took a spontaneous
trip to Disney on more than one occasion. New adventures were always within reach;
everything seemed possible.
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