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.
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I love how you write. Your writing is amazing and then the pictures just top it all off. I cannot believe how fast they are growing.
I am very excited for your upcoming trip!!! I wish I was going along. Its going to be amazing and to be able to share with your mom that is just priceless.
I had a screaming episode myself very recently. For some reason I woke up in the middle of the night and thought Nadia was in bed with us and panicked when I couldn't find her. I am not sure if I thought we had rolled over on her or if I thought she vanished but I was SCREAMING at the top of my lungs. DH at first was in a panic as well but then he came to his senses and said - she's sleeping in her crib. I of course had to go check and sure enough she was sound asleep in her crib. Ahhhh
I've done that to everyone in my family at least once. For some reason, my startle reflex is overdeveloped. The last time I did it was to my son, who was 3 at the time. He'd slipped in the tub and cut a big gash in the top of his nose, which he'd covered with his hand. I got him to uncover it and when I saw it, I screamed bloody murder, which made him scream bloody murder. Not nice at all.
That's hilarious. He'll know not to sneak up on mommy ever again!
This is a random question: Do you use any products or do anything special to the boys' hair? That picture of Tsega on the tire swing-his hair is scrumptious! My little Ethiopian babe is still working on growing any hair at all, but I thought I would ask if you have a secret or if it is just some beautiful Ethiopian genes. :)
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