You like my new ticker? —>

Since I’m pretty much in constant pain (but thank you to my friend Carli, who is a pharmacist, for letting me know I can take two Vicodin at night, because I slept pretty well last night. Only woke up once, and I think it’s because I was snoring, but I was snoring because I was sleeping like a friggin baby for the first time in a while.) I figured it would be easier to deal with the pain if I could look at something and say, “okay, I only have to deal with this for “x” more weeks/days.”

We’ll see how that works out.

Tonight, I’m going to dinner with my triplet mom friends, and we’re going to a Mexican restaurant with really good Margaritas. I know from experience that their virgin margaritas suck (I learned this while pregnant) but maybe they’ve improved in the last four years. Fingers crossed. I want to be able to take those magic pills again tonight.

(And no one needs to mention House and his Vicodin addiction. I plan to start watching it after the surgery so I don’t scare myself into not taking it anymore.)

Oh, and technically this is supposed to be a birthday ticker, but I figured, I’ll eat cake when it’s over, so it works.


03/30/11 by pyjammy
03/30/11, a photo by pyjammy on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Oliver took a sick day today. I had to go pick him up late this morning because his tummy hurt. Well, since my back hurt, we both lounged on the sofa all afternoon.

Love those eyes!

(What you can’t see is the ginormous scab on his forehead from getting beaned with a book by a much smaller kid the other day.)

Random bits and pieces

I feel like I hardly do “regular” entries anymore, so I wanted to post about other stuff going on in our lives.

The big thing is that I scheduled back surgery (a microdiscectomy, if you’re interested) for April 19. For some reason, I’ve been in worse pain than ever for the past few days, so I’m practically counting down the minutes (28,800, give or take) until they fix this thing. And I’m being optimistic that they are going to fix it. I have to be. The thought of living with this pain for much longer makes me want to get my back amputated. But I don’t think that’s a good idea.

The boys are being really funny and cute right now. I know you’ve seen the pictures, but the things they say…like they’re trying to sound like adults, but they really don’t use the words and phrases correctly. Like:

“I have an idea! The sky is blue.”
“Plobabry we are in the car.”
“I think so it’s time for dinner.”

Really flippin’ cute.

Here’s a video I took at dinnertime the other day. Nothing terribly exciting, just a slice of life.

I’m excited about another (yes, another) trip I have coming up next week. I’m going to Virginia to see my sweet new nephew, Andrew! I am so, so, so excited to get some snuggle time in. I just hope my back isn’t hurting as badly then. That would suck.

Here’s a picture of Andrew on his 1 month birthday. So sophisticated, that one is!
One month old!

and a picture of him with his big sister, Emily. This picture absolutely slays me. I would like to get it tattooed on my arm, that’s how much I love it.
Emily and Andrew

Have you ever seen a prouder big sister? I don’t think so. I’m looking forward to having many, many tea parties with her when I’m visiting.

I wanted to post a few more pictures from bathtime the other night. You know I love the bathtime pics!



I guess that’s about all I’ve got here. If there’s anything you want me to post about (or get a picture of – ideas for my 365 project are always welcome) let me know!


03/29/11, originally uploaded by pyjammy.

Like the new shirts? I got these from my online shop. The only way I could get the boys to actually show the shirts was to have them put their stuffed animals in the air.


Weekend in Savannah

Ahhhhh…well, I just spent a relaxing weekend in Savannah, Georgia, with 60 other moms of multiples.


Between us, we have around 175 kids, I think? I haven’t done the math, but let’s just say A LOT.

It was a gorgeous weekend, weather-wise. We rented out four giant, gorgeous houses in Savannah, and spent the time relaxing, napping, getting massages, eating, drinking, and just getting to know each other better. (We’ve all been part of an online community for almost two years now, so of course we know each other, but there’s something about getting together in person, and putting voices to faces and all that good stuff.)

The back porch:

Some of the ladies at the lunch on Friday. The only meal we all ate together – there were just too many of us otherwise!

I got a massage on Friday. Heaven! No pictures of that, though. Heh.

On Saturday, we had passes for a trolley tour, so me and three other awesome ladies (seriously, love these women) spent the day together enjoying the beautiful day in the beautiful city of Savannah. I mean, it is gorgeous. Like, New Orleans if it was cleaner and more compact.




Not a great picture since it was taken from the trolley, but oh my god….these hydrangeas….oh I wish I could have found this little square again.




Confession: I didn’t take this, my friend Brook did. Pretty!

Anyway, I was sad for the weekend to end. It was very relaxing, and I needed that!

I also need to give a ginormous thanks to my mom and Larry, for dealing with three sick boys. Let’s just say they had a stomach bug, and it wasn’t pretty. THANK YOU MOM!



I can’t believe it, I missed a day! I was travelling home from Savannah that day, so that’s my excuse. Here’s a stock photo of an airplane.

::weeping in shame::


03/25/11, originally uploaded by pyjammy.

Another cell-phone picture from the weekend in Savannah. Sorry, I just didn’t feel like taking my camera everywhere with me!


03/24/11, originally uploaded by pyjammy.

A truly awful picture of some beautiful ladies. A whole bunch of us (60+) moms of multiples gathered in Savannah for a weekend of debauchery relaxation. It was so much fun!


03/23/11, originally uploaded by pyjammy.

A little handwashing action on a bright and sunny day. I love the way my bathroom looks when it’s flooded with sunlight like this. Too bad it smells of little-boy pee. Sigh.