I met Ann when she was first pregnant. As if being the host body for a brand new human isn’t spectacular enough, Ann was growing THREE little people inside of her. Amazing. I don’t know what the odds are for a natural triplet pregnancy, but I can’t imagine they are high.
When the babies were little, I brought their family dinner. It hardly seems sufficient in the face of three diapers to change every couple hours, countless bottles plus rotating nursing sessions every day (and night), more babies than you have arms for. Here, I said. Here is a rotisserie chicken and Ceasear salad. One measly meal while you accomplish the mighty feat of keeping these tiny offspring and yourself alive.
But Ann always seemed to take it in stride, this whole parenting three kids at once bit. She is a gracious and organized mama, and she and her husband seem to work together like a well-oiled machine.
Now those babies are two-and-a-half, and I got to do my first ever triplet family session with them. And of course I fell in love. So much personality. So much life in their home. So many unique relationships and connections and so much love.
Everyone knows that two-year-olds can be, ummm, a bit hard to parent. What with the newfound freedom they feel to not listen to anything you say, the new words they have to talk back, the iffy use of the toilet. One of the things I admire most about Ann and Marcus is their decision to enjoy these years. She says “everyone kept warning us about how hard it was going to be. Of course it’s going to be hard, but once you just accept that, you can move into actually enjoying it because this is such a fun age.” How very wise.
Ann and Marcus, thank you for inviting me to share your morning together. I didn’t want to leave!
