They walked into the living room, saw the Wii U, and just stared at it. Kind of an anticlimax, frankly.

Finally, they’re earning their keep! It’s like my own little flock of cleaners. Who are also really freaking messy.

Linus. I really need to work on my captions, eh?

More Ollie, playing Minecraft.

Classic Ollie face.

I brought the boys to my mom’s house for a couple of days so I could work while Mom and Larry watched them. When I got back to her house Monday afternoon, the boys were in the driveway, playing in the downpour.

Friday afternoon, I noticed a terrible post on a Facebook friend’s timeline. It just said that her husband had been killed in New Orleans. She and her family, which includes a set of identical triplet girls, is from Atlanta, but I remembered she had messaged me a couple of months ago that she and her husband were coming to New Orleans for the Ironman triathlon.

I did a quick search of the local newspaper’s website and found an article that had to be about him, and sadly it was. He was killed while doing a training ride for the race (with his brother-in-law who was critically injured.)

Such a senseless tragedy, and the triplet world (among others) rallied around Kim and her family. I decided to go to the start of the race Sunday morning to be there for her. It was a gorgeous morning, more beautiful than it was forecast to be. I was happy to see my friend Robin at the start of the race as well. She has triplets as well, but it was just a coincidence that she had been asked to sing the national anthem before the race. So fitting.

Just before the race, Kim was asked to say a few words about her husband and the triathlete community that he was a part of. I felt a little shy to be there, so it’s good that another triplet mom who had driven in from Mississippi spotted me and brought me over to give Kim a big hug. Even though we’d never met in person, I’ve known her as long as I’ve had triplets (her girls are 7) and it was not a “nice to meet you” hug, but a “nice to see you” one.

There are fundraising sites for both Kim’s family and that of her sister, whose husband is still in critical condition here in New Orleans, a long way from home.

Soooo needed this (and about ten more) after the week I had.

It was a gorgeous day, and I was supposed to be chaperoning the Kindergarten Olympics. Instead, I spent the day waiting to hear that my van needed $2000 in repairs.

Not the best day ever.