The Triplet Pile On
Then it became a “climb Mom” fest. I had little bruises all over my legs and torso from where their toes dug into my flesh. I quickly learned to sit down on the floor.
We had “pile on Mom”. It came with lots of giggles, hugs and tickles. I loved it.
I miss it now. But the boys are all taller than I am. Giggles are now baritone and bass. I still get hugs. Sometimes they are group hugs. Now if I could just get them to use that baby lotion again. Aahhh, that lovely baby smell…..