365 in 2014: 03/11/14
This is going to take for-everrrrrrrrr.
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This is going to take for-everrrrrrrrr.
Sick Linus. Came home with a fever of 102. (And in spite of not being 103, impossible not to get Hot Blooded stuck in my head.)
I mean, honestly. It’s like you don’t believe me. Second set of identical triplets (not counting the boys) in two days. Now do you believe they’re not so rare?
(This is actually the set we met back in 2009, which was pretty cool. My mom, being my mom, knew someone who was related to the girls, and we somehow finagled an invite to a birthday party they were also attending. Random, but Baton Rouge is a small town, and my mom does know everyone, I think.)
I participated in a blog series for the site You Plus Two Parenting, and my post was published this weekend.
“Is Triple the Play, Triple the Fun?”
I was very honored to be asked to write for this series, which featured talented and well-known bloggers like Kelle Hampton and Claire Bidwell Smith, whose memoir I actually reviewed a couple of years ago. Anyway, check it out!
Here we have non-scientific proof that identical triplets are definitely not rare.
We walked into this indoor playground this morning, and manning the front desk was one of a set of identical triplet girls that worked there.
And this isn’t even the first time we’ve run into a set of older identical triplet girls.
See? Dime a dozen.
Feel like the cheapest mom ever. While the boys are earning their stickers for a Wii U (which will hopefully take a few more months) I take them to play on the demo model at Target.
Took the boys to a local bouncy place to get some energy out since it was too cold to go outside.* It worked, a little.
*It was in the 40s. Don’t be snarky, northerners.
My friend Steph and I rode our bikes uptown to hit Bacchus on Sunday. It was a nice, long, not as scary as I expected bike ride, but when we got there, we couldn’t find our friends, so we headed back towards downtown and watched it at The Irish House instead.
(But when we were uptown, we were right by the apartment Kristina and I lived in twelve years ago and our old – and I mean old – landlord was outside so I chatted to him for a bit. Weird.)
Anyway, the main point is, I got this doubloon thrown by the King of Bacchus, Hugh Laurie. Swoooon. (Though the likeness on the doubloon is terrible, I have to say.)