One of the differences between having two and three children lies in the amount of stuff we lose. We shed belongings (think water bottles, crayons, Tupperware, toys, and clothing) like a Christmas tree sheds needles in March. Its ugly. I showed up in Ontario with only the clothes on Monty’s back after leaving nearly all of his stuff in a drawer in Nova Scotia. I’d like to say I’m getting better at this ebb and flow of belongings (we only spent an hour searching a mile-long beach at night for a lost baby shoe once this month), but I’m still struggling. I’ve taken to keeping an inventory of lost belongings on my phone – it makes me feel like I have some control.
Another difference between two and three is in the amount of rocks and other small ground debris the third child ingests. Monty has a digestive system made of steel. This is also directly linked to why I rarely blog anymore. I rely heavily on photos to take up the majority of the space here, but watch what happens to Monty when I try to take photos with three kiddos…
* “grumming” is a word that Oscar made-up to describe what Monty spends most of his time doing – crawling around and chewing on things.
Luckily, for the life of the blog, Monty’s stomach took one for the team, and we managed to get a few photos from our trip to Nova Scotia and Ontario this year. Thanks, Monty!
Note: These photos were almost all shot on different days, so yes – Lucy loves her tie-dyed shirt from Granddad. She cries when she sees it on the clothes line.