My first entry... where to begin?

So I am new to this whole blogging thing. I am not doing it to make friends or join a special bloggers' world (is there one?). I am just doing it to get some memories down before my little girls all grow up, and I say "Gosh, it went too fast."

I have three girls. At one point I could say I have three girls under three. When Bridget was born this summer, my oldest, Maura Bryn, was just 33 months. Maggie, the "middle child" was 20 months. So, now I have three girls 3 and under. It is pretty crazy around here, but I really do not know any differently. There are days I want to pull my hair out, but then one of the girls will walk up to me and say something sweet like "Mommy, I like spending time with you" (Maura) or "Danks Mum" (Maggie) or just give me a gummy smile (Bridget) and I think, this is why I do it. Well, truthfully, I do it, because there is no turning back now. But I guess, this is why I love it. This is why I don't think we are done having children. This is why all the chaos just seems right in my world. Don't get me wrong, more times in the day am I almost pulling my hair out then pondering the deep meaning of motherhood. But I am here; I am doing it, and nine times out of ten, I am loving it.

So I guess in the posts that follow I will write down little tidbits about each of the girls and the funny, cute, crazy things they do. Maura is my little mommy. She likes to keep the other two in order. She likes to remind Maggie about the rules (rules she often does not follow herself). Every once in a while, well, more recently, every day, Maura will say something like "I wish I had only one sister. Can we send Maggie back?" Even as I explain to her how blessed she is to have a sister, mommy never had one but always wanted one, when she grows up she will appreciate her, etc. I can't help but feel a little sorry for her. She was 13 months when Mags came along. She never really got to be an only child. She didn't really get to be the baby for too long. Even when she still was the only child, I was pregnant and with Mags it was not that pleasant of a pregnancy, so my attention was not 100%. I remember putting her in the excersaucer next to the bathroom door while I sat on the floor in front of the toilet... good times. Luckily, Maura was such a good baby that I could do this (that is also probably part of the reason we thought it was okay to get pregnant so fast). So I can't help but want to baby her every once in a while.

Maggie on the other hand was a little tougher as a baby. She liked to be held. Heck, she still likes to be held. She likes Mommy to pour her milk, pick up her blanket, sit here, stand up, color with that crayon. She likes things her way. If things do not work out for her, she can go from 0 to 60 in three seconds. I always say she is so lucky she is so cute, not to mention absolutely hysterical, because when she gets on her rants, well, pulling my hair out seems like a good option.

Bridget is a sweetie. She may in fact be the best baby I have ever heard of. I say this in a totally non-biased, matter-of-fact way. No seriously. She really is a good baby. She slept through the night the first day we brought her home from the hospital [Maura and Maggie were fast too (3 weeks and 7 weeks) but nothing like her]. She smiles at everyone (anyone who will pay her any attention, poor thing) and loves to laugh. She rarely cries. I thank goodness for her easy personality. One night she was up crying for about an hour (still not sure why) I was a total bear to M&M the next day. Momma needs her sleep.

I am looking forward to writing down some memories, so when the girls are older and can read, and I am older and can't remember a thing, we can sit down and reminisce, laugh, and maybe even cry a little.