We're in the house, it's just after nap. Sira and Bereket are awake, snacking and playing, while Tsega sleeps on. Suddenly from the corner of perception my senses begin to form an image in my brain of an extra figure entering the living room. It's Tsega, groggy, he has woken and let himself out of the nursery. But since my conscious mind only registered two players in our scene at that time, I am startled. An instant reflex of frightened unknowns threw my flight or fight senses into a frenzy. I scream. No small scream either (I have very powerful lungs--no triplet can match me in volume). A LOUD shocking blood curdling scream. What am I thinking, it's just my third child, who else would it be? Poor Tsega, my scream waves through his body visibly, he jumps, and his face produces that adorable turned down quivering mouth as his cries mute out the echoes of my scream. Of course by now we are all hugs and consoling apologies but I cannot stop cracking up. Hilarious, mama.
I guess because I am still not used to free comings and goings, it's still weird for me to see a child enter a room from doors that I closed. Come on brain, catch up. We're growing up. Two of my three can even put their own shoes on now--velcro secured and all.