No one's been electrocuted yet, so things can only get better.

That's what Mr. K said tonight after Piglet poured my fresh (and oh so tasty) can of Hansen's Key Lime soda onto one of our live power strips. And this, ladies and gentlemen, is the current state of Maison Piglet.

So anyway, um, it's been almost another two weeks (hanging head in shame). I swear that I won't become one of those bloggers that abandons my blog *just because* I had babies. I mean, big friggin' deal, right? Just two whole lives (three if you count Piglet) that are completely reliant on me for nourishment, nurturing and all care? Seriously. Those other bloggers are such slackers.

The things that have occurred to me lately as I wander through my days in a fog?

1) Piglet is ENORMOUS. I mean, when did he get so freaking huge? When I'm changing his diaper on the changing table, I swear I might as well be lifting Mr. K up there and wiping HIS ass. Btw, in case you are wondering, Mr. K thinks the coolness of the wipes could be very pleasant. Also, he would enjoy smelling fresh as a daisy.

2) Twins are still awesome. However, the fact that there are, you know, TWO of them, plus a toddler around, means that I am *always* busy taking care of one or all of them. I am never without a baby to care for. Subsequently, I eat my meals, type this blog entry, fold laundry and perform various other tasks with one hand. Or sometimes, my toes. In fact, at times, the things I'm able to accomplish purely through the the use of my big and second toes (and relatively freakish flexibility) make me wish someone was around to witness my resourcefulness.

3) More than ever, I realize that Mr. K is not good at multitasking. Case in point.

Me: Babe, can you take those bins up to the playroom, move that chair back to the dining room and throw the stuff that's in the washing machine into the dryer?

Mr. K: {Walks around in circles for approximately 1.3 minutes, goes upstairs empty handed.}

Me: {Three minutes later when I realize that the bins are still here, the chair has not been returned to the dining room and Mr. K is nowhere in sight.} DUDE!!! Where are you? What are you dooooooooing?!

Mr. K: Say what? I'M SETTING UP OUR PASSWORD MANAGER!

Me: DUDE! I asked you to do those three things! You haven't done ANY of them!!!! Arghhhhhh!!!!

Mr. K: BABE! I'll do it! I just...hold on...give me a sec...jeez, I *swear* you don't appreciate the things I do for our family!!!

Me: I WOULD except I'm too busy doing the things I asked YOU TO DO.

Fortunately we lurv each other or else, well, let's just leave it at that.

4) More than ever, I realize that Mr. K is one hell of a dad. He loves our kids and is amazingly good at caring for all three of them at once. So much so, that I actually get a solo outing about once a week, even if it's just to Target.

5) When short on sleep, my brain works best in list format. Notice that my last three blog entries have all been lists. Bear with me?

6) Three kids later, the perfectionist in me is still alive and kicking. Despite protests and people saying "just let the house go..." it just isn't in me. What IS in me is an abundance of Clorox spray and stainless steel cleaner. My closet is a house of horrors, but when you live in yoga pants it doesn't really matter whether you pick them up off the carpet or find them neatly folded in a drawer.

7) Getting out of the house with three kids in tow isn't really as crazy or as daunting as it sounds. Yes, it can take two hours to organize and yes, we often take half the house with us, but right now the babies are easy and Piglet loves going on adventures so we get out as much as the schedule allows.

8) Divide and conquer. Words to live by when you have multiples and a toddler.

Last but not least, when in doubt (or unable to form any more grammatically correct sentences), POST MORE PICTURES!