How are we going to keep the crumbgobblers out of the Christmas tree???
Daily Scenario (in my head):
1. Lizzy will try to eat it because she eats everything.
2. IV will attack it and try to climb it because that is what he does.
3. Gracie will stand there in wonderment then take every ornament off and run (crawl) away with it clutched in her chubby little hands.
4. Ainsley will tattle all_day_long.
Suggestions, helpful or otherwise, are welcome.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Happy Birthday Baby!!!
1. Sorry some of the kids were sick.
2. Sorry lunch/dinner wasn't fabulous (but breakfast was okay, right?)
3. Sorry your gift didn't arrive (not sure when it will).
4. Sorry we didn't get to go out two nights ago for your surprise (see #1).
5. Sorry it was a wee bit more psycho than usual in the 4:30-7:00 hour.
However...
1. Wasn't it fun to go to the Farmer's Market and play hide-n-seek w/AC in the Christmas Tree "Forest"?
2. Wasn't it fun to see AC get 100% fired up about your cake? And giving you balloons? And making sure you sat in the correct chair with your balloons?
3. Wasn't it fun to watch the Big Three taunt each other with my cell phone?
4. Wasn't it fun to follow AC's 4-year-old logic about the Christmas elf?
5. Wasn't it fun to have a day full of the chaos of our big, crazy family?
It was a good day.
I love you, birthday boy!
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Reality Check
I get a lot of these in my life and, believe it or not, I actually pray for them because I know my heart and all the pride, envy, and lack of thankfulness it holds. There's a blog I visit regularly (Multiple Baby Pileup), mostly because the writer is another triplet mom whose babies were born shortly before mine. There is a big difference, however, in that only two of her children survived. The third, sweet little Jack, died a few months later of a rare congenital disease called Mobius Syndrome.
We share similar stories until then, our age range, infertility, triplets, and a GGB pregnancy (that's Girl Girl Boy for the singleton parents) that held on for a long time. All of that ends, though, with the loss of her baby. Only she didn't "lose" him. I hate that "loss" business when we talk about death. Anyway, her grief is eloquently and honestly written and helps keep me in check when I take my 4 healthy children for granted.
I was complaining today because Lizzy is sick and we're making the 5th doctor's visit in 2 weeks. We are frequent fliers there and are recognized by the staff. We deserve our own waiting room. Because of my complaining to my husband, myself, and inadvertently to God, I checked on this mom's blog and was brought to tears and confessional prayer by her entry.
We share similar stories until then, our age range, infertility, triplets, and a GGB pregnancy (that's Girl Girl Boy for the singleton parents) that held on for a long time. All of that ends, though, with the loss of her baby. Only she didn't "lose" him. I hate that "loss" business when we talk about death. Anyway, her grief is eloquently and honestly written and helps keep me in check when I take my 4 healthy children for granted.
I was complaining today because Lizzy is sick and we're making the 5th doctor's visit in 2 weeks. We are frequent fliers there and are recognized by the staff. We deserve our own waiting room. Because of my complaining to my husband, myself, and inadvertently to God, I checked on this mom's blog and was brought to tears and confessional prayer by her entry.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
A Late Halloween Pic...
We only had a couple acceptable pictures from Halloween and this is the only one with the Big Three dressed up (together). Helping me hold are the Fabulous Fooz and Dord...notice that IV has a bib on and everyone is sans footwear? We are one class act.
Oh - and I am dressed as a princess (per AC's request). I had one Goofy look at me like I was nutso (and she didn't even know me yet) and archly comment "You must really like Halloween". My reply (said sweetly with a smile - really) was: "My 4-year-old wanted me to dress up and what sort of mother would I be to refuse something fun like that? And yes, I do like Halloween". I mean, honestly.
Oh - and I am dressed as a princess (per AC's request). I had one Goofy look at me like I was nutso (and she didn't even know me yet) and archly comment "You must really like Halloween". My reply (said sweetly with a smile - really) was: "My 4-year-old wanted me to dress up and what sort of mother would I be to refuse something fun like that? And yes, I do like Halloween". I mean, honestly.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
So Humbled
John and I bond over a couple of our/my t.v. shows most evenings while we're waiting for the dishwasher to finish (so tomorrow's bottles can be made). We were watching House Hunters last night and I was struck by how fortunate I am with what God has given us. You see, this couple had triplets and were needing more space than their current 1,100 square feet. They didn't even have room for a dining room table because there was NO dining room. Their kitchen was so small they didn't have a dishwasher, which is psycho. At one point in the crumbgobblers early months, we were making 27 bottles/day. Can you imagine washing 27 bottles by hand? Every freaking day? Plus your regular stuff?? Good Golly.
Anyway, they were looking for new houses and the one they bought was a whopping 1,800 square foot tri-level (= no storage space/basement). The 3 bedrooms are lilliputian. There is no way > 2 people could fit in the bathrooms. But there was a dishwasher in the tiny kitchen. And one would have thought they had bought a mansion.
I am such a jerk. Now, don't misunderstand that I think my house is too small. It was, but isn't after we put on the addition. With three bedrooms, though, we often voice how great it would be if we had 4 because the three girls will be sharing through those already-turbulent teen years. It's more that I take what we do have for granted.
There's nothing like a big piece of humble pie to satisfy one's hunger.
Anyway, they were looking for new houses and the one they bought was a whopping 1,800 square foot tri-level (= no storage space/basement). The 3 bedrooms are lilliputian. There is no way > 2 people could fit in the bathrooms. But there was a dishwasher in the tiny kitchen. And one would have thought they had bought a mansion.
I am such a jerk. Now, don't misunderstand that I think my house is too small. It was, but isn't after we put on the addition. With three bedrooms, though, we often voice how great it would be if we had 4 because the three girls will be sharing through those already-turbulent teen years. It's more that I take what we do have for granted.
There's nothing like a big piece of humble pie to satisfy one's hunger.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
One Year Update
I'm nearly one month late on this, but still feel the documentation is necessary. Oh, and please ignore the snotty noses in the pics.
IV:
Unless you are hungry or see your Dad or Fooz, you are our smiley boy. Heaven forbid, though, if John or the Fabulous Fooz hold someone else because Jealousy is not cute. You are freakishly strong and flexible, requiring me to hold you down with crazy wrestling moves while changing your diaper or dressing you. You are the best at going boneless and turning into spaghetti when you're being carried off to an undesirable location. We're getting tired of the spitting-up and can't wait until we can let you on the furniture. I love your big, brown eyes and your bigger smile. You wish you could be held 24/7. You don't know a stranger. Sometimes when you're quiet I can tell what sort of person you'll be when you grow up and I know you will be kind.
Here are the things you find hilarious:
Even though you still like to bite, you're our sweetie. I worry about you sometimes because you are always way behind on your gross motor skills, but you spank the others with your fine motors. I need to let it go. You're an observer and, unless something is really wrong (hurt, hungry), you are content playing by yourself. You laugh easily and appreciate any attention you can get (because the other two tend to require more). You are mellow like jello and I am so thankful for that because I need it. You were the first to clap, play peek-a-boo, eat finger foods, and figure out a sippy cup. I love to hold you because you appreciate it so much and snuggle up.
What you love:
Oh, MG. You crack us up all the time, even when you are being 100% naughty. I wish I could capture your facial expressions because they are indescribable. You give the appearance of independence and boldness because of your huge personality, but you're really a mama's girl and aren't very brave. You already exhibit dramatic tendencies with your crocodile tears and temper tantrums. It only takes one or two tries for you to figure something out and your sharp mind will rival your older sister's. You two will be either the very best of friends or absolutely not because you are so much alike. You are exponential in every way and we love you for it.
What you enjoy:
When people ask me "Who gave you all those kids??", I always answer "God" and keep walking because He did. I still don't know why I've been given the opportunity to love you and take care of you, but I'm excited to find out. It's hard because sometimes I want you to stay my little wee ones and let me carry you around forever and ever, but I also can't wait to see what you're like when you grow up. I think those are normal thoughts for moms, though.
Happy 1st Birthday, sweet babies. Your dad and I desperately love you.
IV:
Unless you are hungry or see your Dad or Fooz, you are our smiley boy. Heaven forbid, though, if John or the Fabulous Fooz hold someone else because Jealousy is not cute. You are freakishly strong and flexible, requiring me to hold you down with crazy wrestling moves while changing your diaper or dressing you. You are the best at going boneless and turning into spaghetti when you're being carried off to an undesirable location. We're getting tired of the spitting-up and can't wait until we can let you on the furniture. I love your big, brown eyes and your bigger smile. You wish you could be held 24/7. You don't know a stranger. Sometimes when you're quiet I can tell what sort of person you'll be when you grow up and I know you will be kind.
Here are the things you find hilarious:
- the word "No"
- climbing into baskets of clean laundry (then spitting up in it - ewww)
- dropping food (peas, specifically) off the side of your booster chair)
- pulling your sisters' hair
- tackling your sisters and laying on top of them
- your Dad
- escaping through an accidentally-left-open gate
- crawling around nekkid (as all boys do)
- playing in your spit-up (again - ewww)
- books
- perceived hunger
- real hunger
- when your bottle is finished
- when your Dad or Fooz go away (Lawd help those of us left with you!)
- when Gracie steals your toys.
Even though you still like to bite, you're our sweetie. I worry about you sometimes because you are always way behind on your gross motor skills, but you spank the others with your fine motors. I need to let it go. You're an observer and, unless something is really wrong (hurt, hungry), you are content playing by yourself. You laugh easily and appreciate any attention you can get (because the other two tend to require more). You are mellow like jello and I am so thankful for that because I need it. You were the first to clap, play peek-a-boo, eat finger foods, and figure out a sippy cup. I love to hold you because you appreciate it so much and snuggle up.
What you love:
- books
- putting everything in your mouth - you even like to eat sand
- playing with AC's baby-dolls (when she isn't around, shh...)
- being tossed in the air
- being spun around
- hanging upside down (you are our surprise dare-devil)
- swimming, bath-time, anything with water
- talking to your brother when you guys wake up from naps
- hurling yourself into a pile of pillows and comforters
- going for walks (you clap and squeal most of the time)
- when MG and IV steal your toys and they always do
- being given food you don't like - you really flip out
- having your bow ripped out of your hair by your siblings (which is why you don't wear one often)
- sharing my lap with a sibling (you push them off)
- people you do not know
Oh, MG. You crack us up all the time, even when you are being 100% naughty. I wish I could capture your facial expressions because they are indescribable. You give the appearance of independence and boldness because of your huge personality, but you're really a mama's girl and aren't very brave. You already exhibit dramatic tendencies with your crocodile tears and temper tantrums. It only takes one or two tries for you to figure something out and your sharp mind will rival your older sister's. You two will be either the very best of friends or absolutely not because you are so much alike. You are exponential in every way and we love you for it.
What you enjoy:
- stealing your siblings' toys
- performing
- chasing down your brother
- doing whatever your brother is doing
- books
- exploring
- sleeping in a pack-n-play
- your lovie
- getting dressed
- being told "no" (oh, how you "cry")
- when, heaven forbid, someone actually takes YOUR toy (D_R_A_M_A)
- when I leave the room and you notice
- having to wait for your food
- the vacuum cleaner
- some people, randomly chosen
- this list could go forever because you can be just so ridiculous, little munchie!
When people ask me "Who gave you all those kids??", I always answer "God" and keep walking because He did. I still don't know why I've been given the opportunity to love you and take care of you, but I'm excited to find out. It's hard because sometimes I want you to stay my little wee ones and let me carry you around forever and ever, but I also can't wait to see what you're like when you grow up. I think those are normal thoughts for moms, though.
Happy 1st Birthday, sweet babies. Your dad and I desperately love you.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
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