With the very important caveat that you must have three in order to appreciate how much easier one is.
This weekend I took one kid to my mom’s for the weekend, while the other two spent time being spoiled mercilessly by Granny and Grandpa. As it happens, I took Miles with me. I plan to do this more often, and yes, next time Oliver or Linus will come, and then the time after that, whoever hasn’t been yet will come with me.
It was just so awesome. At the risk of sound unappreciative of my other two children, it was just so nice to be able to really focus on just Miles. I feel so often like I don’t know them well enough, as individuals. Is it because they’re identical? I don’t know, but I read so many triplet blogs where the mom or dad can easily reel off a list of differences between their triplets.
I mean, I know they’re different, but I have a hard time describing it, you know? It’s like when we had them evaluated for Early Intervention last year. They’d ask “is Miles pointing to objects?” and I’d confidently say “yes!” and then wonder to myself, “or was that Linus?” People will ask me “who’s the leader?” and “who talks the most” and things like that and I honestly have a hard time answering.
Hopefully these one-on-one weekends will help.
[And can I just go on more about how fast it is to get one kid in and out of the car? And how nice it was to be driven around by my mom, who can fit one carseat into her car, but not three? And how it was great not to even have to bring a stroller with me? And how shopping was manageable? And bathtime? And mealtime? Okay, I’ll stop now.]