The Warners in individual glory.

And we're back. Sorry for the spotty news coverage. It's just we have three kids around here nowadays and stuff. It's not to hurricane level chaos, but it's definitely a little more challenging than the move to two. So we've been mostly sleeping and cleaning and feeding children and trying to make sure they all get checked on once a day instead of chronicling this special time in our lives. But today is the day we rectify the situation, and since it may be leap day again before we update again, this may be a long one. Hold on to your hats.

Let's start with the baby, because let's face it- babies are natural stars. Spencer has moved in and become firmly entrenched as man of the house. Sorry Jessie. He's fairly alert for a newborn, although he still mostly sleeps. Which is good, because when he's awake all he wants to do is eat. And eat. And eat. And he doesn't spit it all up like the girls did, so I have no idea where he stores it. Never fear though, he still creates as much laundry as the girls. He just pees on everything instead. He's a decent sleeper and fairly tolerant of being poked and prodded. And this completes his inventory of talents. We overlook the excessive night awakening and soiling of blankets and clothing because he is soft and cuddly and smells nice, and this covers a multitude of sins.

Kimberly has adjusted fairly well to being ousted as the baby. She loves Spencer and is in heaven when she gets to hold him or sit next to him. Unfortunately, she has no concept of the word gentle and likes to pound his head, shake his bouncer, and try to drag him around the house. She has also recently learned the word no, which makes it harder to temper this behavior. But she does it all in such an adorable manner that the local authorities are usually inclined to let her off with a warning. I got to spend some time with just her today while a neighbor corralled Madeline, and realized she never gets any one on one time since she's the only regular napper of our three urchins and has to share the spotlight in her waking hours. So we're working on remedying that oversight. She occasionally gets one on one time at 6 AM when she's the only one up, but I don't really count that as quality since my eyes are usually half closed and my brain is more than half shut down. She's learning to say all of the family's names and pretty much any other word you ask her to repeat, and other than that, she follows Madeline around all day mimicking her every move.

Speaking of our firstborn, she's still a handful and probably will be her entire life. She loves to hold the baby too, and although she can be trusted not to poke out his eyes or pull his hair, she occasionally tries to carry him around or bury him in a blanket cave. Madeline likes to hang out with Kimberly or her horde of imaginary friends, chief of which is "Monster", "Birdie", "Cat", and "Dog". They ride on her head to church, must be buckled in the car to go to the store, hide in her coat pockets, and frequently get chastised for being irreverent in family home evening. Madeline enjoys eating blueberry muffins, doing the same puzzles repeatedly, making up and being told stories about herself, and long walks on the beach.

Jessie is, to be frank, sick. Literally, not figuratively. We've all been passing around coughs and colds and he's the latest victim, so the poor fellow has been a little under the weather. But he continues to trudge to work every day and impress people, sit outside the bishop's office a lot, and maim himself playing basketball a couple of times a week.

I'm here, and alive, and figuring out this triple mothering business. The trick, I've discovered, is getting enough sleep, which is ridiculously easy with a newborn. Other than that, you just make sure everyone eats at least three times a day and has clothes that are clean, if not matching. Bonus points for getting everyone's hair done, vacuuming once in a while, and doing puzzles. Cake. I could do this with my eyes closed. And frequently do.

So, that's us for now. We're a bundle of excitement. If you like to sit around and chill a lot. Which we do.