Bye!

Don’t you hate it when you have to say goodbye to a friend? I hate it. Thank goodness for the internet, though, right?

My friend Erin is moving away. Far away. Alaska. That’s really far. Especially when it’s an island. I mean, come on! Her husband’s in the Coast Guard, and that’s where they got stationed for the next few years. Alaska! I’m sure it’s lovely, but it’s so far away!

We’ll miss you, Erin!

Weekend

So as it turns out, Miles really likes to be naked. Or semi-naked, anyway…

We went to my cousin’s wife’s baby shower yesterday, and to my mild dismay, Miles insisted on taking his shirt off halfway through. Why? Because he didn’t like being dressed like his brothers? (I dressed them identically for fun. Because it’s fun to confuse myself.) I think he just likes being shirtless. I’m raising a baby Matthew McConaughey, it seems.

Here’s the only picture I got of it…the brown polkadots belong to my sister, who was trying to catch the little monkey…

Other parts of the weekend involved seeing Emily for the first time since February. She’s hilarious, I can’t wait until the boys are talking as much as she is. It’s really freaking cute.

Not only is Emily really cute, she’s also a piano prodigy. Or something.

How freaking cute is this? Four little Yo Gabba Gabba zombie cousins!

Here. A closeup of three of them.

One more. I can’t help it.

My little Elton John:

Okay, that’s enough for now.

Growing up too fast!

Two things of note today:

I saw this when I went into the boys’ room this morning. Ulp.

That’s Miles, naked but for his diaper. And thank the heavens for that diaper. I mean, I’m fine with semi naked, pajama-removing baby. It’s diaper-removing baby I’m not okay with, and I’m afraid we’re only a hop, skip, and a jump from diaper-removing baby. That terrifies me. So what now? Is it time to buy stock in duct tape?

The other thing is that they’re starting to move up to the older room at daycare. Linus is the first to go today, something I have mixed feelings about. It’s only temporary, but they’re transitioning one at a time. I think by the time August rolls around, all three will be moved. But will it be weird for Linus to be without his brothers for most of the day? Or will he be happy to not have his toys stolen from him? Hard to say.

All the kids do spend time together throughout the day, so it’s really not that big of a deal. But it does mean they’re growing up. Dang! Not ready for that!

My big boys, yesterday evening. Linus is the ham in orange:

Don’t want to think about it

The weekend, I mean. Most of it was fun, but it was also so very exhausting. Recapping it would just tire me out more, so do I have to??? How about some pictures and video instead? Completely in a random order, of course.

Miles sings along to a Yo Gabba Gabba song here, in this video that I can only seem to link to.

We went to my coworker’s son’s 6th birthday party. Interestingly, they decided to have it in Hell. I mean Chuck E Cheese’s.

There were buttons to push, at least.

And germy things to lick.

And annoying purple dinosaur cars to “drive”

Oliver was, well, Oliver:

(see? This is from last Wednesday night)

Their new obsession…

I should say, we spent part of the weekend at my mom’s, and that really was nice. The pictures from that are on my other camera, so I’ll have to post them later, if they came out well.

You got questions, I got answers! (and a t-shirt)

Not exactly like the question and answer posts I did a while ago, but I was inspired, after talking to some other multiple moms (and seeing designs that didn’t quite fit my situation) to create a t-shirt on CafePress that looks like this:

triplet tee ID boys

And to be completely mercenary entrepreneurial, I set up a whole CafePress store with other variations on this shirt (because, believe it or not, not everyone with triplets has identical boys) and some other fun designs I came up with. Because there are so many different kinds of triplets, I didn’t do any designs for the “pair and a spare” variety, but I’d be happy to if anyone wants one.

I’ll be adding more designs to the store in days to come, as inspiration strikes me. Fun! I like having a creative outlet.

Multiples and More Question of the Week

Over at the Multiples and More blog, they’re having a blog carnival, where you answer the question of the week and link back to their blog. Anyhoo, I actually have a chance to post today (boys are still sleeping) and it’s a fun question, so here goes:

What would you do with $10,000,000?

Well, after the obvious: pay off debts, set up massive college accounts, set up car/insurance accounts for when the boys turn 16 (great idea, L), and set some aside for family, then we could have fun…

– I think a flat in London so we could go whenever we want…

– An upgraded minivan for me (all the bells & whistles this time!) (and yes, my god, how pathetic!)
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– A nice new car for George

– A new wardrobe for me

– Tummy tuck for me!

– Housekeeper, gardener, personal chef, personal trainer

– A nice new big house here in New Orleans, with a bedroom for each boy and a huge kitchen for my personal chef. 🙂

Okay, I might be out of money now. The rest can go in savings, if not. 😛

You know you have triplets when…

Okay, I usually don’t post stuff like this, but I found this on a message board and thought it was funny. This isn’t the whole thing, only the parts that are (or were or will be) somewhat relevant to me…

You know you have triplets when……

Your stroller has its own zip code.

Dinnertime is officially declared an Olympic Event

You are the only parents who can utter, “Stop playing with that, it’s not YOUR penis” with a perfectly straight face.

You arrive at your doctor’s appointments early just to read the magazines in peace.

Root canals are a great chance to catch up on your sleep.

You laugh at singleton moms that are struggling to get their stroller out of the car.

You wonder how come singleton moms need a diaper bag the size of a suitcase, while you travel with enough for your babies in a bag half the size.

You can unload two, or three babies (or more) from car seats and put them in your stroller WHILE you are laughing at the singleton mom getting her stroller out of her car.

Your husband has seriously tried to motorize your stroller.

There is no room in your refrigerator for food, all available space is occupied by pre-prepared bottles of formula.

You look at a closet full of diapers and think “I’m running low”

A regular sized pack of diapers lasts only 3 days.

Every morning you mentally prepare yourself for the worst before your enter “that” bedroom, (naked toddlers, wet bed sheets, diapers on the floor and three little voice saying “poop, poop”)

Your biggest dilemma is how to keep those dang diapers on.

You are obsessed with diapers.

You can throw French-fries to the rear set of seats without looking and none end up on the floor.

You can change diapers standing up, while in line, at the Children’s Museum.

You feel like a sheepherder instead of a parent

You have people asking if you run a daycare because that’s what your yard looks like.

You can carry 3 plates of food and 3 cups (or 4) to the table without spilling anything and you’ve never been a waitress.

A trip to Walmart for diapers is a vacation even at 1:am.

Your stroller costs more than your first car.

You can hold at least three conversations at the same time.

You no longer have a proper name you are either “The Lady With Triplets” or Moooooooooommmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyy

You consider the commute to work Mommy time

You find yourself singing songs from Yo Gabba Gabba while at Walmart

You can quote Monster’s Inc. verbatim.

You automatically divide or multiply everything by 3

You have diapers in your purse, in the glove compartment, your desk drawer and in every room of the house – just in case.

Every square inch of seating in your vehicle is taken by car seats.

You know you are a MoM when you can sweep, talk on the phone, AND read to your children all at the same time.

Your monthly grocery budget is greater than the annual budget for the State of Rhode Island.

Four hours of sleep is “fully rested” and falling asleep over the kitchen sink is a “fulfilling nap”

The first thing you ask upon arriving home is for the poop and pee report.

2 minute tasks take 30 minutes because you have to keep returning to the play room to break up fights, peel the kids from the wall, change a diaper you can actually smell from the next room, break p more fights, remove a child from the top of the couch, perform surgery on the VCR because there is an UFO inside of it, fill sippy cups back up with water because whatever was in them disappeared mysteriously (only later when you sit down on the couch you will find where it went) remind them not to jump on each other, break up a few more fights and change more poopy diapers.

You not only are familiar with what a 300 count box of Kleenex looks like when they are all removed from the box one at a time, but you know for a fact you can’t put them back because you’ve tried.

You curse stores for only having two of something in a package, or for only having two of something on their shelf.

You buy Baby Motrin, Cough Syrup, etc, 3 at a time, and the clerk looks at you funny, while the whole time you are wishing they sold it in gallon containers.

You pull 3 tickets for Car seats at Toys R Us to take to the register, and when you get there the clerk says, “Ma’am, I think you picked up too many of these or they must have been stuck together”

You’ve fallen asleep in any of these places: The shower, washing dishes, sitting on the floor reading them a book, with your fork on the way to your mouth..

You agonize over what it will be like when they get to school and you have three teachers to visit on parent night, three different sets of homework, and your babies aren’t even out of the NICU yet.

Instead of a wallet full of photos you carry around a CD because it holds 700 megabytes of them.

700 megabytes is 1 night worth of photos.

Everyone in the neighborhood knows who you are, even though you’ve never met them before.

The grocery store clerk has commented on the 6-9 gallons of milk you buy each week, telling you it would be cheaper to buy a cow.

You’ve ever truly considered strangling someone who said, “you’ve got your hands full” or “I’d shoot myself”.

You’ve ever been so sleepy that you can fall asleep with the baby lying on your chest and fail to wake up despite the fact that the baby is screaming directly into your left ear.

You are both shocked by the rudeness, and amazed by the kindness of strangers in the same 60 seconds upon entering Walmart.

Walmart is probably your favorite store, since its open till Midnight, diapers and formula are cheaper there, and they have triplet carts. Oh, and you consider going to Walmart at 11pm “going out”

If you’ve ever charted poops pees and food intake.

You know at one time you did have a spouse, but now you can’t remember

You have to wash the dinner dishes by hand because the dishwasher is full of bottles.

The singleton mom in front of you at Walmart buying one can of formula and one bag of diapers complains about the price and you have to restrain yourself from hitting a complete stranger.

The clerks at the grocery store have to regularly restrain you from pummeling any singleton mom that takes the last multi seat-shopping cart.

You are both revered and hated by the staff at your pediatrician’s office.

You don’t see anything unusual with the fact that you know not one, but several, quad moms.

You no longer have to wonder what a “poop painting” would look like.

A complete stranger walks up to you in the mall and says “my niece has triplets, her name is _________ do you know her?” and you can answer “yes I do”

The awareness of silence strikes terror into your soul.

You know the black market value of a Runabout stroller.

You consider cereal dumped on the middle of the floor, not to be bad parenting, but rather a unique picnic breakfast!

All kids are aware that any sippy cup left unattended is fair game.

Whining is heard not just in stereo, but in surround sound!

You go to an amusement park with your triplet stroller only to realize YOU’VE become the source of amusement, or you go to the Zoo and find the other visitors watching your kids more than the animals!

Your peri says you look like a beached whale at 24 weeks.

You know what the word Peri stands for.

You use the word singleton.

You need a hitch for your stroller

You refer to your babies as A B and C

$15.00 baby outfits seem too expensive.

You buy a single weeks worth of formula, and the clerk asks you if you are stocking up.

You laugh at singleton moms for sterilizing pacifiers. You can’t stop yours from sucking on each others fingers, nose, ears, toes etc, so you just shake your head because you know those germs are building up their immune system.

You pick up a dropped paci, and just blow the dust off rather than rinsing it because after all, 5 minutes ago they shared it with the dog, and you didn’t get to it in time before they put it back in their mouths. What’s a little dust?

You intentionally feed all 3 kids from the same spoon and bowel even though one is sick, because you can’t bear the thought of 3 consecutive 2 week cold sessions, you’d rather have them sick at the same time.

You enroll them in or join every activity and playgroup you can, you visit every playground in a 10 mile radius, sometimes more than 1 a day, just so you can be out of the house from dawn to dusk so you have less to clean up.

When discussing child proofing and singleton moms say “you just have to tell them no, you can’t child proof everything” and you laugh and say “Wanna Bet?”

After 20 minutes in the car you realize you are not only listening to the kids tape, but you are singing along with it, and there are no kids in the car.

The $250 travel system stroller that singleton moms complain about being too big, look like toy strollers to you.

You’re not sure if what you squeezed on your toothbrush was toothpaste or diaper ointment, but you’re too tired to care, and too tired to check, so you keep brushing anyway.

You say to your husband “if you wake up these babies I’ll kill you” and you mean it.

You say to your mother “if you wake up these babies I’ll kill you” and you mean it.

You say to your cat “if you wake up these babies I’ll kill you” and you mean it.

It doesn’t matter, you ARE buying them out of ProSoBee, and the other moms can just get over it.

All of a sudden everyone you know, knows someone with triplets.

Crib Tents? You can’t afford NOT to buy them.

You know what a crib tent is!

You consider leashes a viable safety option

You burst into laughter at the site of a diaper Genie… AS IF….!!

You celebrate the birthdays of the people who invented the spill proof sippy cup and the auto repeat replay function on DVD players.

You bought a dog (or have thought about it) to cut down on post meal cleanup time.

On the way to rescue a paper towel roll on the verge of destruction you suddenly realize that it might buy you 5 minutes to check your e-mail.

The next day, the kids wake up too early, you open their door long enough to throw in a couple of rolls of paper towels and you go back to bed.

You discover Nirvana when you finally convert to that all one color/all one size/all one style of socks, system.

Your home has become a complex maze of gates, locks and barricades.

Your kids have never actually walked through the zoo or store, because getting out of the stroller is NOT an option.

You are not horrified at the idea of “waking a sleeping baby” to eat. After all, it is time to EAT so sayeth the master schedule!

You seriously wish someone would sell Orajel in a toothpaste-sized tube. Is this little tiny tube supposed to be a joke? And that’s with the one day supply of infant Tylenol… don’t they know I need a 10oz bottle?

You delivered 14 lbs of baby, and didn’t set any records.

Your nickname for a period of time was Bessie.

You spend more time pumping than sleeping

You don’t think the Suburban is a large vehicle.

When hearing of a new pregnancy, you first question is “just one?”

You call one baby a singleton (before your triplets arrived, it was just “a baby”)

All your friends have multiples.

You send 7 invitations to a birthday party, and you have 15 kids show up, and you were expecting more.

You don’t want to potty train because the though of trying to take all 3 to a public bathroom yourself sends shivers up and down your spine.

You make formula by the gallon and it lasts only 24 hours.

Your pediatrician’s office recognizes your voice.

And you know you have a friend who is also a  triplet mother when:

She gets as excited as you by the phrase “Buy one get one free”.

You don’t find it strange that she has driven to five or six doctor’s appointments this week.

You can remember her children’s birth weights, and gestation at birth, but you can’t remember her phone number.

You know you will have someone to grumble with you about the establishments that require a one child/one parent policy

You’re not embarrassed by the fact that she has seen the inside of your house, van, diaper bag, etc.

You refer to her as “your support group”

Outsiders think you have your own private M.O.M. language of terms and jokes, and they are right!

It doesn’t matter if the two of you had nothing in common before your kids arrived because you have EVERYTHING in common now!

You know you have Multiples when……

Your stroller has it’s own zip code.

Dinnertime is officially declared an Olympic Event

You can remember the answer to “did you take fertility drugs”, but not your own name.

You ask the clerk at Sam’s club if they sell Duct Tape in bulk.

You consider going to the hospital for any procedure a vacation.

You are the only parents who can utter, “Stop playing with that, it’s not YOUR penis” with a perfectly straight face.

You arrive at your doctor’s appointments early just to read the magazines in peace.

Root canals are a great chance to catch up on your sleep.

You are afraid that if there is ever a tornado they will find you in the basement killed by a falling wall of diapers.

You laugh at singleton moms that are struggling to get their stroller out of the car.

You wonder how come singleton moms need a diaper bag the size of a suitcase, while you travel with enough for your babies in a bag half the size.

You can unload two, or three babies (or more) from car seats and put them in your stroller WHILE you are laughing at the singleton mom getting her stroller out of her car.

Your husband has seriously tried to motorize your stroller.

You can hold both infant car seats at once and still have a spare hand to hold your 2 year old’s hand as you go to your car.

There is no room in your refrigerator for food, all available space is occupied by pre-prepared bottles of formula.

You can pump (breast milk), feed the babies, and read a book at the same time.

Your tummy tuck was a two week vacation and you love every minute of it.

You look at a closet full of diapers and think “I’m running low”

A regular sized pack of diapers lasts only 3 days.

Every morning you mentally prepare yourself for the worst before your enter “that” bedroom, (naked toddlers, wet bed sheets, diapers on the floor and three little voice saying “poop, poop”)

Your biggest dilemma is how to keep those dang diapers on.

You are obsessed with diapers.

You can throw French-fries to the rear set of seats without looking and none end up on the floor.

You can change diapers standing up, while in line, at the Children’s Museum.

You feel like a sheepherder instead of a parent

You have people asking if you run a daycare because that’s what your yard looks like.

You can throw a balled taped diaper across the room and hit the bucket every time.

You can carry 3 plates of food and 3 cups (or 4) to the table without spilling anything and you’ve never been a waitress.

A trip to Walmart for diapers is a vacation even at 1:am.

Your stroller costs more than your first car.

You can hold at least three conversations at the same time.

You no longer have a proper name you are either “The lady with Triplets (Quads, Quints) or Moooooooooommmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyy

You consider the commute to work Mommy time

You find yourself singing songs from the Wiggles while at Walmart

You can quote Monster’s Inc. verbatim.

You can’t figure out how the back of your suit got slimed.

You automatically divide or multiply everything by 2, 3 (4, 5)

You have diapers in your purse, in the glove compartment, your desk drawer and in every room of the house – just in case.

You hope that the FDA counts ketchup as a vegetable.

You stop and tell a co-worker that you are “going to the potty”

Pooh Band-aids showing through nylons is considered trendy.

Every square inch of seating in your vehicle is taken by car seats.

And airborne French Fries take up every square inch of the floor space. Who said food fights in your vehicle aren’t allowed?

You know you are a MOM when you can sweep, talk on the phone, AND read to your children all at the same time.

Your monthly grocery budget is greater than the annual budget for the State of Rhode Island.

Four hours of sleep is “fully rested” and falling asleep over the kitchen sink is a “fulfilling nap”

The first thing you ask upon arriving home is for the poop and pee report.

You never miss the diaper can from any difference.

Every single electronic device’s buttons in your home are covered by duct tape (And you were wondering when you read earlier why someone would buy duct tape in bulk….. )

Your kitchen chairs have taken permanent residence on TOP of your table.

Your dryer becomes a better climbing and hiding toy than the $250 wave climber you just bought at Walmart.

Your blow up ball pit and swimming pool sit helplessly deflated, covered with bite marks.

2 minute tasks take 30 minutes because you have to keep returning to the play room to break up fights, peel the kids from the wall, change a diaper you can actually smell from the next room, break p more fights, remove a child from the top of the couch, perform surgery on the VCR because there is an UFO inside of it, fill sippy cups back up with water because whatever was in them disappeared mysteriously (only later when you sit down on the couch you will find where it went) remind them not to jump on each other, break up a few more fights and change more poopy diapers.

You not only are familiar with what a 300 count box of Kleenex looks like when they are all removed from the box one at a time, but you know for a fact you can’t put them back because you’ve tried.

You curse stores for only having two of something in a package, or for only having two of something on their shelf.

You buy Baby Motrin, Cough Syrup, etc, 3 at a time, and the clerk looks at you funny, while the whole time you are wishing they sold it in gallon containers.

You pull 3 tickets for Car seats at Toys R Us to take to the register, and when you get there the clerk says, “Ma’am, I think you picked up too many of these or they must have been stuck together”

You’ve fallen asleep in any of these places: The shower, washing dishes, sitting on the floor reading them a book, with your fork on the way to your mouth..

You agonize over what it will be like when they get to school and you have three teachers to visit on parent night, three different sets of homework, and your babies aren’t even out of the Nicu Yet.

Instead of a wallet full of photos you carry around a CD because it holds 700 megabytes of them.

700 megabytes is 1 nights worth of photos.

Everyone in the neighborhood knows who you are, even though you’ve never met them before.

The grocery store clerk has commented on the 6-9 gallons of milk you buy each week, telling you it would be cheaper to buy a cow.

You’ve ever truly considered strangling someone who said, “you’ve got your hands full” or “I’d shoot myself”.

You’ve ever been so sleepy that you can fall asleep with the baby lying on your chest and fail to wake up despite the fact that the baby is screaming directly into your left ear.

You are both shocked by the rudeness, and amazed by the kindness of strangers in the same 60 seconds upon entering Walmart.

Walmart is probably your favorite store, since its open till Midnight, diapers and formula are cheaper there, and they have triplet carts. Oh, and you consider going to Walmart at 11pm “going out”

If you’ve ever charted poops pees and food intake.

You consider a sale on diapers better than sex.

You know at one time you did have a spouse, but now you can’t remember

You have to wash the dinner dishes by hand because the dishwasher is full of bottles.

The singleton mom in front of you at Walmart buying one can of formula and one bag of diapers complains about the price and you have to restrain yourself from hitting a complete stranger.

The clerks at the grocery store have to regularly restrain you from pummeling any singleton mom that takes the last multi seat-shopping cart.

You know what its means to “live better through chemical intervention”

You are both revered and hated by the staff at your pediatrician’s office.

You don’t see anything unusual with the fact that you know not one, but several, quad moms.

You no longer have to wonder what a “poop painting” would look like.

A complete stranger walks up to you in the mall and says “my niece has triplets, her name is _________ do you know her?” and you can answer “yes I do”

The awareness of silence strikes terror into your soul.

You know the black market value of a Runabout stroller.

You consider cereal dumped on the middle of the floor, not to be bad parenting, but rather a unique picnic breakfast!

All kids are aware that any sippy cup left unattended is fair game.

Whining is heard not just in stereo, but in surround sound!

You go to an amusement park with your triplet stroller only to realize YOU’VE become the source of amusement, or you go to the Zoo and find the other visitors watching your kids more than the animals!

Your husband affectionately calls you “Tiger” because of the stretch marks.

Your peri says you look like a beached whale at 24 weeks.

You know what the word Peri stands for.

You use the word singleton.

You need a hitch for your stroller

You refer to your babies as A B and C

$15.00 baby outfits seem too expensive.

You buy a single weeks worth of formula, and the clerk asks you if you are stocking up.

You laugh at singleton moms for sterilizing pacifiers. You can’t stop yours from sucking on each others fingers, nose, ears, toes etc, so you just shake your head because you know those germs are building up their immune system.

You pick up a dropped paci, and just blow the dust off rather than rinsing it because after all, 5 minutes ago they shared it with the dog, and you didn’t get to it in time before they put it back in their mouths. What’s a little dust?

You intentionally feed all 3 kids from the same spoon and bowel even though one is sick, because you can’t bear the thought of 3 consecutive 2 week cold sessions, you’d rather have them sick at the same time.

You enroll them in or join every activity and playgroup you can, you visit every playground in a 10 mile radius, sometimes more than 1 a day, just so you can be out of the house from dawn to dusk so you have less to clean up.

When discussing child proofing and singleton moms say “you just have to tell them no, you can’t child proof everything” and you laugh and say “Wanna Bet?”

You don’t mind taking a shower, with the door open, and with an audience. You are just glad to be able to get a shower.

After 20 minutes in the car you realize you are not only listening to the kids tape, but you are singing along with it, and there are no kids in the car.

The $250 travel system stroller that singleton moms complain about being too big, look like toy strollers to you.

You do things with your feet that you thought you never could do (or should)

You’re not sure if what you squeezed on your toothbrush was toothpaste or diaper ointment, but you’re too tired to care, and too tired to check, so you keep brushing anyway.

You say to your husband “if you wake up these babies I’ll kill you” and you mean it.

You say to your mother “if you wake up these babies I’ll kill you” and you mean it.

You say to your cat “if you wake up these babies I’ll kill you” and you mean it.

It doesn’t matter, you ARE buying them out of ProSoBee, and the other moms can just get over it.

All of a sudden everyone you know, knows someone with Twins.

You go to the grocery store at 1:30 AM to buy baby food because its on sale, and because you are buying 400-600 jars, and it takes time to pick them out, and longer to get through the checkout with them.

You have to spend an entire evening at high school conferences because you have to see 24 teachers.

You sit at the drivers license testing station actually hoping they all three pass so you don’t have to console someone all the way home, while their brothers discuss who gets the car when you arrive home.

Crib Tents? You can’t afford NOT to buy them.

You consider leashes a viable safety option

Velcro is your new best friend.

You burst into laughter at the site of a diaper Genie… AS IF….!!

You celebrate the birthdays of the people who invented the spill proof sippy cup and the auto repeat replay function on DVD players.

You bought a dog to cut down on post meal cleanup time.

On the way to rescue a paper towel roll on the verge of destruction you suddenly realize that it might buy you 5 minutes to check your e-mail.

The next day, the kids wake up too early, you open their door long enough to throw in a couple of rolls of paper towels and you go back to bed.

Duct tape practically pays for itself.

You discover Nirvana when you finally convert to that all one color/all one size/all one style of socks, system.

You know what a crib tent is!

You no longer have a coffee table, end tables, or lamps in your living room, and everything else is 4 feet off the floor.

Your home has become a complex maze of gates, locks and barricades.

Your kids have never actually walked through the zoo or store, because getting out of the stroller is NOT an option.

You are not horrified at the idea of “waking a sleeping baby” to eat. After all, it is time to EAT so sayeth the master schedule!

You seriously wish someone would sell Orajel in a toothpaste-sized tube. Is this little tiny tube supposed to be a joke? And that’s with the one day supply of infant Tylenol… don’t they know I need a 10oz bottle?

You make a grilled cheese sandwich, put it on a little green plastic plate , and cut it into little tiny pieces. Then you realize the kids are napping and the sandwich is for you.

You delivered 16 lbs of baby, and didn’t set any records.

Your nickname for a period of time was Bessie.

You spend more time pumping than sleeping

You gave your pump a name

You know that bras come in 36I, and you also know where to buy them.

You don’t think the Suburban is a large vehicle.

When hearing of a new pregnancy, you first question is “just one?”

You call one baby a singleton (before your HOM arrived, it was just “a baby”)

Taking a group shower with a gang of toddlers is the only way you’re getting one.

You actually enjoy Bob and Dora

The lady at the drive through at McDonalds knows your name.

If the choice is sex or sleep, the answer is ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

All your friends have multiples.

You send 7 invitations to a birthday party, and you have 15 kids show up, and you were expecting more.

You don’t want to potty train because the though of trying to take all 3 to a public bathroom yourself sends shivers up and down your spine.

You make formula by the gallon and it lasts only 24 hours.

You haven’t been to your parent’s house in a year, and they only live three blocks away.

You realize you can sweep up small milk spills with your broom and dustpan.

Your pediatrician’s office recognizes your voice.

And you will know you have a friend who is also a M.O.M mother when:
She gets as excited as you by the phrase “Buy one get one free”.

You don’t find it strange that she has driven to five or six doctor’s appointments this week.

You can remember her children’s birth weights, and gestation at birth, but you can’t remember her phone number.

You know you will have someone to grumble with you about the establishments that require a one child/one parent policy

You’re not embarrassed by the fact that she has seen the inside of your house, van, diaper bag, etc.

You refer to her as “your support group”

Outsiders think you have your own private M.O.M. language of terms and jokes, and they are right!

It doesn’t matter if the two of you had nothing in common before your kids arrived because you have EVERYTHING in common now!

Reading with Daddy

A picture-heavy post from this morning, when George was reading them a story… (and laughing at how he made the book inappropriate, no doubt…)

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Oliver laughing at Daddy’s inappropriate joke:

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Miles (in green) and Oliver (in Elmo) kicking back with some books:

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And here’s a tale from yesterday that illustrates how good intentions can go awry. I stopped by Target yesterday on the way home from work, and got the boys some little stuffed toys. I got a Brobee from Yo Gabba Gabba for Linus, a Cookie Monster for Oliver (because he called him “Coo-coo” and it’s really freaking cute) and an Elmo for Miles.

Well. You can guess how this ended up. They all wanted Elmo. So I guess I’ll have to go back today to get more Elmos. At least they were cheap. And Oliver actually wanted all of them in his crib last night, but true to form, when I went to get him this morning, his crib was empty. He’d tossed them all into Miles’s crib. (Oliver wants nothing in his crib, not even binkies*. Miles can sleep with every toy they own, and he’s fine. Linus is somewhere in between.) *This will come in handy when we do Operation: Binky Wean. Or whatever you want to call it.

Our weekend o’ fun

We had a fun and tiring weekend, and best of all I got some cute pictures that I need to share. Woo!

First, an artsy picture that one of the boys took when I gave him my camera (a bad habit that’s going to result in my needing to purchase a new camera sooner or later, I’m sure.)

On Saturday, my friend Erin and I took the boys first to the aquarium and then to my friend Mary’s house. This is only their second trip to the aquarium, the first time over a year ago, when they did not seem at all interested in the exhibits. This time they were way more into the fish, that’s for sure.

I’d have to say, of the three, Miles seemed the most enthralled. (Erin’s holding him here.)

Me and the boys in a shark’s mouth.

Then, we went to my friend Mary’s, where there were three other little boys for them to play with. Mary’s son Fletcher and Hadley’s twins George and Gavin. The other boys are about 14 months older than my boys, but they still sorta played together.

Triplets (little ones) and twins (big ones) playing in Fletcher’s kitchen

“Sharing” a chair

“Sharing” a car seat

“Taking turns” on the rocking horse

Eating with the big boys

Playing in the sprinkler:

After we left Mary’s, we dropped the boys off at my ILs and then I met George at the pub. Hung out there a while, had fun.

Yesterday was my friend’s kid’s 5th birthday party. (After, I might add, I slept until 10:30!!) They have a little aboveground pool (about 8′ in diameter) with a pump and everything so I lounged in the pool and drank sweet tea. Sounds so innocent, but sweet tea is some new vodka flavor that is SO freaking good and summery, mixed with some water and lemonade. Oh holy cow! Couldn’t indulge too much, though, as we had to pick up the boys later that night.

Anyway, fun weekend!

Happy Birthday, Daddy!

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Today my dad would have been 71 years old. I’m sure he’s doing just what he always wanted to do on his birthday, namely playing golf at the big golf course in the sky. And not getting a huge birthday party. We threw him a big party when he turned 55, I think, and he did not like that. He passed away shortly before his 60th birthday, in part, we think, to avoid another surprise party.

Always had to get the last laugh, eh Dad?

Of course, in my opinion, the real last laugh happened when he caused my one cute baby to turn into three. Nice one!

The last of the answers

Oops, I almost forgot about the rest of my questions! Let me see if I can answer the rest…

Megan asks…

What do you and your husband do for a living? We have one 18 month old son and I can’t imagine being able to afford THREE of him at once!

We both work in IT for a large non-profit. You could call it that. He’s the IT director for a school, and I work in the administrative offices. So no. We’re not rich. And it’s scary to think of the future and how we’re going to make it work. All I can say is, I cannot WAIT until we don’t have to pay for daycare anymore! Man, we must’ve been RICH before then, and I just didn’t know it!

Angie is curious about this:

I’ve always heard about multiples developing their own secret language or code. It may still be a bit early for them. Although, I’ve heard also that multiples can be later to talk because of their own code.

I can’t really tell if the boys have their own secret language. They definitely communicate with each other somehow, that’s for sure! In the mornings, before I go in their room, they’re babbling and giggling, so that sounds like communication to me, eh?

That said, they are in speech therapy right now to work on their expressive language. Their receptive language is great – you can tell them to do something, and they do it (generally.) They understand what we’re telling them, usually. But it’s hard for them to tell us what they want. Hence the unending whining in our house. So we’re working on sign language right now. So it’s improving a bit.

They have three strikes against them, with regards to their speech. They’re boys, they’re preemies, and they’re multiples. So they can’t help being a little behind in their speech!

Ann has a few questions:

Of the boys, who is closer to you/needs you more?

I’d say in general, Oliver is a bit of a mama’s boy. But Miles has taken over the mama-barnacle duties lately. Linus seems to be more of a daddy’s boy.

If you spood feed them by sharing the same bowl, how do you know who has eaten the most?

Well, I generally go down the line….Linus gets a bite, Oliver gets a bite, Miles gets a bite. (This is when I still spoon-feed them stuff, which is pretty rare nowadays.) Sometimes they don’t get equal amounts, because Linus might not want any of it at all, and Miles might want more. In fact, this is generally the case. But they’re all growing well, so I don’t stress about it.

Why will you need to separate them in different classes when they’re in school? To avoid confusing the teachers? or another reason?

I think mostly it’s so they can develop as individuals and get one-on-one attention. So they can excel in their own special areas, and so that they’re not lumped together as one kid. So they can make their own friends and develop their own interests. But the teacher-confusion thing is part of it too, I’d think!

Kitty asks:

I’ve always interested in the “hand-question” about multiple pregnancies. Do you think any of your boys is/will be left handed?

Hmm. I have no idea! If it’s genetic, I guess it’s possible. My mom and brother are left-handed. I think it’d be interesting to see if one is left-handed and the other two are right-handed. That would indicate that two might be mirror images of the other one. Which would be neat…

Lindsay wants to know:

Will you send your kids to Catholic school? Or maybe one of the new NOLA charter schools?

As I said earlier, I’m looking very forward to the day when we won’t have to pay for daycare anymore. And I don’t want to have to pay for private school – I can’t imagine how we’d do that, anyway. So we have a few (free!) charter schools that we’re hoping they’ll get into. But that’s still a ways off, so that could change!

Holiday weekend recap

Okay, it’s now finally time for me to recap last weekend. Let’s see…

Well, we had Friday off work, so that was awesome. In the morning, I got the boys started on their future as a boy band…


And then later, my friend Mary Catherine and I took her daughter, Millie, and the boys to the Children’s Museum here. They have a great huge area for toddlers with slides and a play kitchen and climbing stuff and a train table and all sorts of goodness.

Unfortunately, it seems I have not uploaded those photos to Flickr yet, so I can’t show a lot of pictures from that day. I can, however, share this cute video of Millie calling for Miles, and then the boys all squeezed together in a little cubicle thingy. Better than nothing, I suppose.

After playing, we dropped Linus and Oliver off at my in-laws to stay the weekend. I kept Miles and commenced pretending like I was a normal mom with one kid. We went to Target and the grocery store, and it was SO EASY!

The next day, Miles and I packed our stuff and headed across the lake to spend the day with my friend Ren. She was child-free for most of the weekend, so Miles got a lot of attention. We went grocery shopping again for stuff to bring to her mom’s house that night, and just hung around her house. It was v relaxing, particularly when the little dude went down for a nice, long, nap.

That evening, we went to her mom’s house and swam and ate yummy food and watched some fireworks that they set off. It was really nice. There was even some singing of patriotic-type sounds. Miles liked that.

We stayed up way past our bedtime that night, Miles didn’t get to bed until 10! Thankfully, he slept until 10 the next morning, so I was able to get a full night’s sleep. And so then we went home the next day and later went to pick up his brothers.

We went to hang out at the Gulf Station (our friends’ pizza place) where the boys proved that they really should have their own band. Except I think they all want to play the guitar…

I guess their friend Liam could be the lead singer. And I guess it’ll be a punk band. Hmm.

Finally, we worked on getting their monthly picture done, but Linus was more interested in learning how electricity works.

Nice, relaxing weekend. Ahhhh….