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Authors: Barbara Boswell
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to see Carrie running toward them, clutching a child on each hip.
"Looks like both your arms are fully occupied," Tyler noted drolly. "How did you plan to catch this one—with your teeth?" He shook his head. "The logistics of toddler triplets are mind-boggling, especially in your case. It's three against one."
He wasn't telling her anything she didn't already know. Carrie shrugged. "I couldn't leave Emily and Franklin alone in the pool." She was breathless from the heat and exertion. "They could slip under the water within seconds. Better that I try to catch Dylan with my teeth."
Tyler smiled. He liked her can-do spirit. None of that poor-helpless-little-me whining for her. She probably could've caught Dylan with her teeth!
He looked over her shoulder and saw the round blue plastic pool, half-filled with water, standing across the yard. Then he glanced down at Carrie, who was wearing a modestly cut two-piece swimsuit, bright yellow with white polka dots. Her legs were quite long for someone of her petite stature, he noted, remembering he'd noticed that last night, too. And her legs were very shapely, from ankle to thigh. He found himself staring appreciatively.
"You seem to be making a habit of this," said Carrie.
Tyler jerked his eyes away, and to his consternation, a guilty flush stained his neck. "Uh, I don't know what you mean." An elementary principle—when caught in the act, stonewall!
"Catching my runaways," Carrie said, smiling up at him. "First Emily last night, then Dylan today. Thank-you once again."
Tyler swallowed hard. Her legs were definitely a weapon, but her smile apd those intense blue eyes of hers were an arsenal all their own. He stared at her, bemused.
"Bath," Franklin exclaimed, pointing to the little pool. He was wearing white swim trunks printed with green frogs.
Emily wore a ruffled pink bathing suit and was doing her upside down trick, hanging over Carrie's arm.
"Bath," echoed Dylan excitedly, nearly jumping out of Tyler's arms. Tyler tightened his grip, a bit more adept at coping with the wriggling bundle than he'd been last night, with the gymnastics-prone Emily.
"Bath! Bath! Bath!" Everybody took up the cry, each louder than the other.
"Swim," corrected Carrie. "You're going to swim in your pool." She started across the yard toward the small blue pool.
Tyler automatically followed her. What else could he do? He was holding her kid, wasn't he? "Fim," Dylan said conversationally.
Tyler looked at him. "You mean, swim? Hey, you got it. Swim, not bath." He was rather impressed. He'd never actually credited babies with the ability to think, but this child had obviously listened to Carrie and comprehended her correction. His diction was pretty bad, though. "Swim," Tyler corrected. "S-w, not/."
"Fim," repeated Dylan.
"Yeah, well, you're on the right track. Keep practicing." Tyler put Dylan into the pool as Carrie deposited Franklin and Emily there.
"Bath!" Franklin cried ecstatically, splashing in the water.
"Swim," Tyler corrected. "Say swim. Come on, kid, show your brother that you're as smart as he is."
"By all means, set up that competitive drive," Carrie said dryly. "After all, they're eighteen months old and it's never too soon to teach them all about competition in the global marketplace, hmm?"
"Brothers are natural competitors, nobody has to teach them to be," Tyler retorted. "My earliest memories are of trying to beat my older brother at any game I could—at anything I could." He smiled reminiscently. "Of course,
since Cole was three years older, I never had any luck there, but I did have the extreme good fortune to have a younger brother, Nathaniel—'-
"And you were always able to win against Nathaniel, the way Cole won against you," Carrie surmised.
Tyler beamed. "That's right. Every brother should have a kid brother to triumph over. Builds character."
"Or character disorders," Carrie said dampeningly. "I want my boys to be friends, not rivals."
"Fim!" shouted
"Looks like both your arms are fully occupied," Tyler noted drolly. "How did you plan to catch this one—with your teeth?" He shook his head. "The logistics of toddler triplets are mind-boggling, especially in your case. It's three against one."
He wasn't telling her anything she didn't already know. Carrie shrugged. "I couldn't leave Emily and Franklin alone in the pool." She was breathless from the heat and exertion. "They could slip under the water within seconds. Better that I try to catch Dylan with my teeth."
Tyler smiled. He liked her can-do spirit. None of that poor-helpless-little-me whining for her. She probably could've caught Dylan with her teeth!
He looked over her shoulder and saw the round blue plastic pool, half-filled with water, standing across the yard. Then he glanced down at Carrie, who was wearing a modestly cut two-piece swimsuit, bright yellow with white polka dots. Her legs were quite long for someone of her petite stature, he noted, remembering he'd noticed that last night, too. And her legs were very shapely, from ankle to thigh. He found himself staring appreciatively.
"You seem to be making a habit of this," said Carrie.
Tyler jerked his eyes away, and to his consternation, a guilty flush stained his neck. "Uh, I don't know what you mean." An elementary principle—when caught in the act, stonewall!
"Catching my runaways," Carrie said, smiling up at him. "First Emily last night, then Dylan today. Thank-you once again."
Tyler swallowed hard. Her legs were definitely a weapon, but her smile apd those intense blue eyes of hers were an arsenal all their own. He stared at her, bemused.
"Bath," Franklin exclaimed, pointing to the little pool. He was wearing white swim trunks printed with green frogs.
Emily wore a ruffled pink bathing suit and was doing her upside down trick, hanging over Carrie's arm.
"Bath," echoed Dylan excitedly, nearly jumping out of Tyler's arms. Tyler tightened his grip, a bit more adept at coping with the wriggling bundle than he'd been last night, with the gymnastics-prone Emily.
"Bath! Bath! Bath!" Everybody took up the cry, each louder than the other.
"Swim," corrected Carrie. "You're going to swim in your pool." She started across the yard toward the small blue pool.
Tyler automatically followed her. What else could he do? He was holding her kid, wasn't he? "Fim," Dylan said conversationally.
Tyler looked at him. "You mean, swim? Hey, you got it. Swim, not bath." He was rather impressed. He'd never actually credited babies with the ability to think, but this child had obviously listened to Carrie and comprehended her correction. His diction was pretty bad, though. "Swim," Tyler corrected. "S-w, not/."
"Fim," repeated Dylan.
"Yeah, well, you're on the right track. Keep practicing." Tyler put Dylan into the pool as Carrie deposited Franklin and Emily there.
"Bath!" Franklin cried ecstatically, splashing in the water.
"Swim," Tyler corrected. "Say swim. Come on, kid, show your brother that you're as smart as he is."
"By all means, set up that competitive drive," Carrie said dryly. "After all, they're eighteen months old and it's never too soon to teach them all about competition in the global marketplace, hmm?"
"Brothers are natural competitors, nobody has to teach them to be," Tyler retorted. "My earliest memories are of trying to beat my older brother at any game I could—at anything I could." He smiled reminiscently. "Of course,
since Cole was three years older, I never had any luck there, but I did have the extreme good fortune to have a younger brother, Nathaniel—'-
"And you were always able to win against Nathaniel, the way Cole won against you," Carrie surmised.
Tyler beamed. "That's right. Every brother should have a kid brother to triumph over. Builds character."
"Or character disorders," Carrie said dampeningly. "I want my boys to be friends, not rivals."
"Fim!" shouted
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