Tuesday, January 29, 2008


I found this poem on-line and just loved it!!

There's three to wash, three to dry.
There's three who argue and three who cry.
One's in the mud having a ball,
One stands on the chair, waiting to fall.
The other holds a crayon, marking a wall.
Some days seem endless, my patience grows thin.
Why was I chosen to be a mother of triplets?
The answer comes clear at the end of the day,
As I tuck them in bed, and to myself I say
There's three to kiss and three to hug
And best of all, three to love!


Jessica said...

Hi Mary! I stumbled across your blog from googling for another mom's blog! :) I wanted to wish you a happy pregnancy and welcome you to this wonderful and very wacky world!! :) I have BBB triplets, as well as GG twins, all under the age of three!
Feel free to come and visit me at our blog! www.jbrooke7.typepad.com

Mary Dunbar said...

Hi Jessica!! Thanks so much! I bet there is never a quiet moment at your house! We are really looking forward to having our triplets. Its so amazing and exciting! Thanks again.