Three is not a crowd

This morning, as I finished feeding Clayton, my girls came into our bedroom. As is now the case, as soon as they walked in, they immediately asked, "Where's Clayton?" They have tabs on him at all times during their waking hours. When they saw that I was feeding him, they gathered around and touched, talked to, and gazed at him--all while he was blissfully having breakfast. When he was finished, I cuddled him onto my chest to burp him. When Whitney realized what was going on, she joined right in, patting along with me. Kallie, too, noticed the joint patting effort and came over to participate as well. It was a sweet picture to look at that tiny little boy with three sizes of hands patting his little back. He doesn't know yet how lucky he is to already have the adoration of three girls!