Beach, Beer and

We just returned from an awesome week at the beach, minus the drive down and back. How many times can little people ask the question "are we there yet" and inform you as you are driving that their sibling is

a. touching them

b. talking to loudly

c. a poopy head...about 307 if my math is correct.

My kids played until they absolutely GAVE OUT...look at these tired eyes!

Even Baby Nora enjoyed some time on the beach-she just wasn't aware she was doing so...

Mommy hung out with her friend Blue Moon and daddy boosted the stock price of A-B and all was well with the world.

The DeFelice Kids

I love now that when people refer to "the DeFelice kids" there are 3 of them...I like odd numbers. I love to watch Big Sis Margot HOVER over Nora 24/7 as she is simply incapable at this point of respecting the baby's personal space. I love that Big Bro Dominick is so protective of the baby-"don't touch her head like that, Margot..."-"don't be so lound around her, Margot..."
I lLOVE that when Nora is full of gas and tooting like an absolute champ, Margot says "Nora is tooting again, she needs to get some gas!"

I love that I can now refer to "My Girls" and I look forward to many manis/pedis together and shopping extravaganzas galore.

I love how chill I am with this child-probably amazing for anyone that knows me to well to believe. The crying, the poop caught in my hands mid-fly, the trying to navigate the baby seat again while juggling keys, diaper bag and 2 other little people...all easy-peasy this time around.
Would I do it a 4th? Hell no. But not because I wouldn't love to have another-just that this threesome feels complete.