One, two, three!

“Seriously, Mom! No way I am going to share a room!”

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Those were my first thoughts when I saw my triplet brothers come home from the hospital. I was only 5 when they were born. I was overwhelmed. Soon there would be screaming, crying, fighting and so on!

What I did when they were 2 to keep them from fighting is simple. I made up the “Baby of the Day!” contest. If you are mean to your siblings, you get told to stop and say you’re sorry. Then you can join the game we are playing again.

Nowadays, it is easier because they’re older, but they are still my little brothers.