Sigh...

After the triplets take their afternoon nap, the routine is they get to roam free throughout the upstairs (or just in our room) before snack. If they are allowed everywhere, I post sentry at the stairs and they go crazy. It isn't that difficult to keep track of them because:
1. They are so loud
2. One is usually with me
3. The other two sort of follow each other to seek out Trouble.

I had the audacity to attempt a 5 minute phone conversation today and noticed immediately after it was over that it was 1/3 less loud. Gracie was with me and I could see Lizzy's feet heading into the bathroom. With 2 accounted for (Ainsley was at a friend's house), I heard a slight whimpering. I ran into the bathroom to find IV sitting_in_the_toilet. He was upset because a foot had gotten a bit stuck in the drain thingy. Other than that, he was pleased as punch and did not want to get out. That was a feat unto itself: pulling a 24 lb kid out of a toilet, keeping two others from climbing in at the same time, and trying to strip him of his dripping potty-water jeans.

I wish I had a picture and if a camera had been handy I would have left him in there to snap some shots, but I didn't and you'll just have to imagine this beaming face sitting in a toilet:


I have been told that this is what boys do.