Happy Father’s Day George!

Really this is another sewing post disguised as a post about Father’s Day. Because I made George a shirt for Father’s Day, and gave it to him early because I was excited that I made a complicated shirt with buttons and a collar and stuff. (It’s Kwik Sew 3484.) Next time I think I’ll make the view that looks more like a bowling shirt, with the contrasting panels.

Anyway, he likes it. So yay!

Tardis print, next to the Tardis at the pub.

A few other pics of George and the boys, just because.

George without a beard?!?

Have you heard of St. Baldrick’s? It’s a charity that raises money for childhood cancer research, and their big fundraiser involved shaving heads. George is going to participate this year, and I know, his head is shaved regularly (by moi) already, so what’s the big deal?

Well, I’ve never seen George without facial hair, and we’ve been together for 16 years. I have seen photos, though, and it’s kinda scary. Like Tom Selleck without his mustache! (Am I comparing my husband to Tom Selleck? He wishes. Of course!)

Look how much younger he looks without a beard!


To make the stakes higher, George has agreed to shave his beard and mustache as well as his head. And if you want to someday see a more updated picture of George without a beard, be sure to donate here!

The big event will be on Saturday, March 10 at the Crown and Anchor if you want to witness it in person!

Donate today! Or tomorrow!


Blue-eyed George

We went and got beignets with one of George’s friends yesterday, and I snapped this picture of Oliver when he had powdered sugar all over his face.


For the first time, I think I can see why everyone says they look like George (but their noses are all me.)

You just have to add a goatee…


Add a little green-brown to the eyes…


and darken the hair a bit… (my Photoshop skillz are impeccable, I know.)


Allllmost there…just missing something…what is it…


Ah yes! A juvenile toy more suited to a 7 year old than a 45 year old man! (Fart gun in this case.)

Spitting image!


Hmm. Maybe.

Fun times in the K house

Sickness, sickness, everywhere. Thank goodness (KNOCK ON WOOD) I don’t get sick much. I do get sinus infections, but I rarely get anything else. I can’t remember the last time I had a fever. I guess when I was little? I must’ve. KNOCK ON WOOD. I’m going to Toronto in two days, I WILL NOT get sick. Anyway, if I was sick, who’d take care of my four boys?

Let’s go over this…

George: Fever, chills, I dunno…flu? Something bad. Taking him to the doctor this morning.

Miles: Took him to the ped yesterday. Ear infection and chest congestion. We now have a nebulizer that I have to use on him three times a day and he gets antibiotics twice a day.

I had to take him with me to work yesterday. He had fun, I think. Let me just tell you how productive it was! Yeeeeah, right.

Linus and Oliver: Taking them today. Suspect they will also have ear infections and will need the nebulizer.

My poor babies. I just hope they’re all better by the weekend!

Picture post!

Linus, originally uploaded by pyjammy.

For some reason, I love this picture. It’s funny! My little Linus bear.

And look at this one…my friend Mary took it. This is Miles.

Aaaand, can’t forget my Oliver bear!

All three (taken by Mary)

It was a half good, half horrific weekend. Saturday was good. Actually, I should back up. Friday was great. We had friends babysit that night, and we saw Indiana Jones. I really liked it! Harrison Ford is still dreamy, I’m happy to report. And then on Saturday, I took the boys to play with some friends. Between Mary’s little guy, Hadley’s twins, and my triplets, we had six little boys under two. Of course, mine were just sitting there like (admittedly cute) lumps while the others were running around like little (admittedly adorable) wild men. The older boys had no interest in mine – unless their moms were holding one, and they really didn’t like that. But they made me SO excited for my boys to be that age. They are just too, too cute. Such boys, you know? Running, screaming, sweating, rolling around in puddles. Ack!

And then we went to my friend Mandy’s house, where there was a baby closer to their age! Just a couple of months older than my boys, and let me tell you, it was terrifying to see how close we are to mobility! Gaaah! But there were lots of fun toys to play with, and I think in about 16 years, we might have some fighting over pretty Miss Annabel.

A reaches for Oliver. You can see him saying “oooh, pretty girl!”

But then there was Sunday. Actually, it started at around Midnight. The boys were experiencing, let’s just say, something very smelly and messy and it involved baths and the changing of sheets at midnight, 2 am, and 4 am. And then all day on Sunday too. Fun times! Yeah. Happy Father’s Day, George! Hope you like poop!


I know, I need to post. It’s been a few days. Let’s see…

Well, George’s birthday was yesterday. But I can’t say it was very exciting. Miles’s eyes were swollen and a little goopy, and the weather was horrible, so we didn’t go anywhere. I cooked some fish that my boss had caught out in the Gulf. It was yummy. Poor George, he doesn’t even like fish very much!

Let’s just hope that Miles is all better by Sunday, the big day! I think he will be. He was already much better by this morning.

Next week, Kristina is coming for her visit. I’m so excited for her to meet the boys! We’ll be leaving the following Sunday for the big road trip to San Antonio. Me, Kristina, and the boys. Fuuun! Hopefully we’ll be staying overnight in the Houston area so we don’t have to make the entire trip in one day. It’s going to be an adventure, that’s for sure!

See, not much is going on right now. I’ll have to take some pictures of the boys so I can post them and make this a little more interesting…


Oh now, look what I’ve done. I shouldn’t have blogged every day last week. Now I’ve gone and set a precedent. We’ll see if I can keep this up, but I fear our life just isn’t interesting enough to justify a post every day. Maybe I’ll start doing interesting things just so I can write about it. Oh, who am I kidding? I’ve done that a lot! Why do you think I had triplets? My blog was v dull before that.

(I kid, of course.)

This weekend was pretty rough. Well, I should say, most of it was. We had babysitters on Saturday night. My coworker Robert and his wife and son and my other coworker David came over to watch the boys. I think they’ll never make the mistake of offering to babysit ever again, because the boys didn’t do what they usually do at night. Usually, they go to sleep at 6:30 or 7 after their bottle at 6ish. But no. They didn’t want to do that. Stinkers! They wanted to stay awake and play! Meanwhile, George and I went and saw Forgetting Sarah Marshall. Funny! I love going to movies, and I’m sad that we hardly ever get to go to them anymore.

Yesterday was the rough day. We stayed at home most of the day. I did take Linus grocery shopping with me, and he was v good the entire time. But the boys started getting very cranky way too early. So they ended up going to bed earlier than usual. Fortunately they slept pretty well last night, from about 6:30 – 6:30, only waking up at 12:30 to eat. Can’t really complain about that! Though I do long for the day when they don’t wake up at all in the middle of the night. That will be heaven!

Tonight, if the weather is good, we’re going walking with the girls. I live for these walks. It’s a big pain to get the boys all ready for the walk, but it’s so worth it. Next week, it’ll be easier. We’re getting a v fancy new stroller, purchased as a gift by a group of my friends. I’m incredibly lucky to have such kind and generous friends. Check out this puppy:
(Sorry, can’t post a picture when I’m posting via email.)

It’s like the Cadillac of strollers!

Okay, must be off now…

Six years!

Six years ago, I was v nervous. I had a date with this goofy guy named George that I’d met at a pub a few nights before. Eeep, a boyyyy!

I’m so glad I have been blogging since 2001. It’s funny to go back and read my posts from way back when. Like my bitter diatribe about Valentine’s Day, which just happened to be my last single Valentine’s Day.

I didn’t write much about those early days, because what if George was reading? But there are a few little clues here and there. It got better later on in our relationship. I wrote more about the times like when we bought our house, when we got engaged, and of course about our wedding.

(I just like posting that picture because I was so thin then. Speaking of, I’m starting back on WW this week. Heh.)

Who could have ever possibly guessed that those innocent kids from six years ago would end up like this?


Had a nice weekend, but boy am I tired now! For some reason I couldn’t get to sleep last night. That was definitely the first time that’s happened since the boys were born. It might be because I slept in until 11:30 yesterday (but of course it was really 10:30, and that doesn’t count the 3 times we got up to feed babies for an hour at a time.) Miles had started fussing at 10ish, so I brought him to bed with me (George had already gotten up.) It was sweet, snuggling with my Miles-bear.

Anyhoo. This weekend, the boys had their first trip to the pub! (Ex-utero, that is. I had plenty of mocktails at the pub while pregnant.) They agreed that Guinness is yucky and they vastly prefer gin and tonics. Ha! I kid, of course. We didn’t even go inside, we sat by the picnic table outside with some friends and their little girl. Didn’t even stay long, it was pretty cold. But George was happy that he got to show them where Mommy and Daddy met. Hee hee!

Oh backing up, on Friday night I went to the Mothers of Triplets meeting. It was so nice to meet other people who have gone through what we’re going through. One of the best parts was seeing the other two moms who had their babies when I had mine. (Remember the news story? Although, now, looking again, I can’t help noticing the errors in the story. First they call Oliver Owen, and they got Miles’ weight wrong. Whatever.) I can’t wait for the ten of our kids to get together again, outside of the NICU!

Yesterday was Friendship Day, a big neighborhood block party. The weather was gorgeous. We even got a family pic:


Sorry I haven’t been updating a lot, but I will try to do so more now, before the boys come home. I imagine after that, it’ll be very hard. And no, we don’t know when they’re coming home. I don’t think it’ll be too too long – I imagine they’ll be home by Christmas.

And they’re doing very well, thank you. Linus got moved to an open crib yesterday, and I hope that the other two will follow shortly. Once they’re all in the open cribs (and able to regulate their own body temps) they’ll be put in one big crib, all together. So cute!

They’re eating well, out of bottles. Not sure what proportion of their nutrition is coming from bottles vs IV fluids, but I think it’s pretty high.

Anyway, now that I’m at home, my biggest challenge will be how to get to the hospital since I can’t drive, and George is still a bit sick. And really, that’s only today. During the week, I will ride to the hospital with a friend who works there, and then George will come after work to see them and bring me home.


Just had an ultrasound to check the babies’ growth. Man, that was hellish. Remind me never to ask for another ultrasound again. That’s what I get for asking every doctor who came in here when I’d get another growth scan.

Laying on your back with 13+ pounds of baby…painful.

But at least the babies still look good.

A: 3 lbs, 11 oz
B: 4 lbs, 11 oz
C: 4 lbs, 3 oz

The discrepancy between A and B has always been there, so it doesn’t worry the doctors, though it does seem pretty extreme to me.

In other news, I’m supposed to be getting a new bed today. Haven’t seen it yet, but it’s supposed to be a big old double bed with a comfy air mattress or something. Cross your fingers I get it today. I’m sick of not sleeping! I think it’ll really help with sleep. Ambien’s okay but it really only works for a few hours, then I’m wide awake.

George and I got a video camera as a gift, so yay, we’ll have a video of the birth! Not the gory parts, ew. Let’s just hope George can keep his hand steady enough to actually kind of see what’s going on.

Day 2, done!

So yesterday was my first full day in the hospital, and it went pretty well. Slowly, as you might imagine, but not too bad. My friend Laurie came to visit, which was awesome.

I also met several doctors who came to introduce themselves to me. The anesthesiologist, who of course will be my BFF at some point, plus a neonatologist (for preemies) who I hope will not be my BFF, but if he is, it’ll be okay. Because he’s nice. A physical therapist also came by to show me some exercises to do in bed to keep me from turning into an even bigger pile of mush. Now the key is to, you know, do them.

George came by after work, bearing McDonald’s since the hospital dinner was not something I was going to be eating. So I let George eat it, and even he said it was gross (ice-cold spaghetti with meat sauce? mmm!) Today I should be getting a menu so I can choose my meals, and if not, at lunchtime yesterday (you don’t want to know what yesterday’s lunch was, I’m still having nightmares about it) I discovered you can always get ham and cheeese sandwiches. Whew!

This morning I was woken by a doctor who was v perky and cheerful. She said my labs came back showing I’m definitely developing pre-eclampsia, so I’ll definitely be here until the babies are born. Sounds pretty long-term, which is good – they’re not anticipating that I’ll have them, you know, tomorrow, but pre-e can change quickly, so we’ll see. In any case, it was advise that I get some Christmas decorations in here. 🙂