At one point this weekend, the above happened. Sometimes it can be a lot, especially when no one wants to be still. So I made all three of them get down. "Get off of me!"
Then, after failing at my stage of Angry Birds a few times, I remembered just how fast these boys are growing up. Just yesterday - it seems - I was bringing them home from the hospital. All of a sudden, one is almost in Kindergarten and the other is, well, like the Tazmanian Devil. And if they're growing up this fast overnight, it's only a matter of another day or two until they don't even want to be in my lap. And when that day comes, I'm going to be very sad. So I put down Angry Birds and made them all come back over so we could watch cartoons and I could tickle their bellies. Then we all got in the floor to roll around and wrestle. It was much more gratifying than Angry Birds.