One, Two, Three and Solo!

This morning Dave and Sarah Jane went to a soccer clinic, Steve and Nancy had a few necessary errands and I was left alone with the three remaining babies.  Let me be clear that being alone with more than two of my children is beyond terrifying to me. 

I decided life would be better if  a) Anna was strapped in and b) the morning involved chocolate and coffee, preferably in the form of a mocha and orange chocolate chip scone.

So at 10:15 when the last lifeboat drove away, and the four of us were sitting on the bed while I finished feeding the babies, I decided to attempt to transport all three little people the twelve blocks to the Cheeseboard and back.  Since we unfortunately cannot teleport, I had to get everyone into a stroller.  But which stroller you ask?  We have so many to choose from...

I first attempted the red Phil and Ted's but couldn't get both babies to stay upright in one seat.  Probably better off as in retrospect was absolutely not safe but at the time - sleep deprived with two screaming four week olds and a 21 month old already strapped in, it seemed like a good idea. 

Plan B involved getting one of the screaming babies into a car seat, putting said car seat into the Lunar Lander, aka our twin stroller, changing out the other seat attachment to be the kid seat and getting Anna into the kid seat, finding the Ergo, finding the infant attachment for the Ergo, getting the second screaming baby into the Ergo and managing to get the Ergo on myself.  All of which I did!

A mere 50 minutes later and here we are...

One:

 Two:

 And Three! (I got some funny looks taking this picture)

 A nice man took a picture of us at the Cheeseboard to prove that we had made it. 

For the record I felt like Ninja Mom at this moment.  40 minutes later not so much, but that is a different story.