So Grody

MG doesn't use a formal pacifier (actually none of them do, in spite of dozens of attempts to shove those things in their mouths). She does, however, have this lovie she sucks on when she's sleeping. I don't know why and it's pretty gross. I usually don't let her have it out of her bed, but I needed to document this habit and she was THRILLED to have her bunny outside of nap/bedtime. My normally oh-so-cute daughter with the big blue eyes and dimples had this thing in her mouth until I managed to tear it away from her.

She actually has three of these, which I rotate in whenever one needs cleaning (every couple days). They are so nasty and I hope she doesn't contract some random freaky disease, even though they are washed so frequently.

2 Pics: 1 is how she usually has it and the second one demonstrates how brown the paws are. It's sickening.





Just had to share and if anyone you know has a trip to Canada sometime in the future, contact me immediately. I will pay handsomely for someone to go to Babies-R-Us up in the Frozen North to pick a couple extra of these freaking bunnies because OF COURSE THEY ARE ONLY SOLD UP THERE. for crying out loud

The Classic Triplet Pose

I think every triplet mama has this shot. Perhaps their kids aren't racing around in classy diapers, though...I especially like IV's belly (he's on the left) hanging over it. Beautiful.

UGH!!!!

I'm annoyed because:

Every_single_morning, IV and EL decide they prefer to nap only 45 minutes. Time lost is definitely NOT made up during afternoon siesta. They're up there squawking right now and it doesn't matter how long I let them do it - they don't go back to sleep. I wish I could separate them, but there isn't an inch of extra space in the house.

Not sure what to do and suggestions are welcome...

*This is not helping my potty mouth issue*

Potty Mouth

I need to get rid of mine. It's getting out of control. Several years ago I had completely beaten this vice. Someone could have gotten in my grill, said horrible things to me and afterward I would have said something like "well, he was sort of a jerk". I could have dropped an anvil on my little toe and would have said "by golly, oh wow, that hurts!!". Now...well, now that is absolutely NOT what I would say.

Rachael, KJ, Bean, keep me accountable for this.

Today

Today was not a good day. John told me I was going to need a beer after the three went to bed. I told John I needed the Happy Mommy Trifecta: a run, a beer, out for ice cream.

I didn't get the run in because it was dark by 7:30 and I am a freak-scardey-cat. The beer and ice cream did happen, though (thank you, Joan, friend o'mine and mom of SuperBabysitter!), and I am slowly recovering.

Babyjail

I had all of one person ask what Babyjail was, so here goes. In order for me to sort of have an idea of where the crumbgobblers are, we've created two zones on the first floor of our house. Zone 1 is our front room and there are two access points: a wide entry to the dining room and a second, narrower one with two steps that lead to a landing. It is perfect to play on and fall off of onto the hardwood on the other side. With AC, this wasn't that big of a deal because we taught her in an hour or so how to not go down the steps face-first and bust-up her melon. Additionally, I was with her all the time. This is obviously not possible with the three wee ones and I'm not in the mood right now to deal with them falling down on top of each other in a tangled mess of appendages, vertebrae, and noggins. They do that enough at ground level.

Anyway, we HAD two gates set up: one massive one across the wider entry and a normal one across the stairs. The stairs one was ripped off the walls by the wee ones so we have resorted to a tall barricade of whatever is on hand. They haven't climbed over it yet, but they try to wedge themselves in-between which always results in a head getting stuck and requiring extrication.

View from outside Babyjail. Usually the three youngest are all standing there, shaking the thing and crying. Today AC and John are there for moral support.

Barricade to the Stairs (from inside Baby Jail). Classy.

We're Grown-Ups

We've had a gravel driveway for 10 years and are finally pouring concrete. Hooray! The kids are fascinated with the Bobcat and the guys working on it, which means I'm happy because they stand in front of the windows for 10-15 minutes, staring.

Actually, the only reason I care is because I want a place for the kidlets to play all sorts of games: pickleball, 4-square, badminton, outdoor scooters (the kind you sit on), hockey...P.E. joy!!! I told John all I'm asking for Christmas the next few years is P.E. equipment. Another bonus is that the crumbgobblers won't be eating rocks anymore.

I'm so fired up.