Things We Say

Since I've been asked many times what words the boys are saying, I thought I would post a few today. This will also help to get me out of hot water for not having written any of their first words in their baby books.

All three say: DaDa, MaMa, DalDal (for Dallas the dog), da (dog), mo (more), bye bye, head-o (hello), and mick (milk)

Logan's words: nan (fan--he's obsessed with these), nack (snack), moo (for every animal except barking for dogs and saying dack dack for ducks), and diadia (diaper)

Parker's words: low low (Logan), nigh nigh, shhh, dipa (diaper), nose, mou (mouth), eye, han (hand), down, up, no, buck (of course), Nanamamam (something like that for Granmommy), MaaMaaa (for MeMaw), and Nanen (for Aunt Lawren)

Chase's words: nack (snack), no, baabaa (baby), book, tactor (tractor), tuck (truck)

Of course like any good mother (he he), I can decipher each and every sound that comes out of their mouths. :) Jason, on the other hand, can only decipher their screams, and categorize them into three sections: I'm hungry, I'm hurt, and (the one most frequently used) It's MINE!

Aptly Named

Chase was being "chased" through the house and thus the following happened....






At least he was still smiling. And the wall is still standing too.

A Crazy Week...Only to be Followed by a Crazier Weekend

What a week this has been. We have ventured out twice all alone (something I never thought I would ever do) and actually had FUN! I can't believe that we have finally made it to that point. I am loving my new found freedom...even if it means we take longer than expected to get anywhere.

On Tuesday, we went to Target and then the park. I pulled the choo-choo through Target while pushing the cart. It was actually quite manageable. We did get several comments, but since we went early, most were from the elderly who were just so excited to get to wave and giggle at all 4 boys. Then, we were off to the park. I swore to Jason that I would never go to Cameron Park because of the problems that they have there with crime and such, but I really wasn't in the mood to haul it to Woodway and since I figured we probably weren't going to be there long, we went anyway. It is such a shame that CP has gotten the rep that it has because it is so beautiful and has so many fun areas for the kids. Of course, Chase and Parker only wanted to swing, so Logan who isn't much for swinging enjoyed studying every last bit of mulch. He is such our little professor. Reid had a blast too, running after every last squirrel and bird. (I think he has hung around his Opa too much.)

Wednesday, we went to one of our favorites, the Cameron Park Zoo. This is probably the first time that the trips have really been in to the animals. I took each one out of the choo-choo so that they could really get a look at the lions and elephants. They were absolutely mesmerized. Logan kept saying "Moo" to the lion. Poor kid. We must get him to PawPaw's farm soon so he can see a cow up close. The fun part of the trip, though, was meeting another set of all girl triplets. They are actually the same age as the boys and were too cute! I've got to figure out how to get the pic from my phone downloaded because it was too cute for words. Reid came home exclaiming to his daddy that "My brothers met some girlfriends".

Today was Reid's second T-Ball game. He is really getting good. I am so proud of him and was so excited that he finally was glad to be a "Tiger" since he's been so mad that they weren't the "Alligators". Crazy kid! This weekend will be full of adventures as well. T-Ball, a baby shower (no not for me) and family coming in to town. I will post pics...I promise! For now, here is a clip of our little slugger at tonight's game.

Just Pics

We've been super busy, so for now, here are some pics from Sunday at MeMaw and PawPaw's.

Simple Gestures

It is days like today that remind me of how special my kids are to me and to each other. I can still remember the day--I feel that I can go back to just that moment--when Jason and I found out we were going to have triplets. We had set out to give Reid a sibling and never could have imagined what was going to happen. After a year of trying (just like with Reid), we completed one round of Clomid--the lowest dose. We expected one baby, as many of our friends did, including my sister who did the exact same to get our niece. We thought we were safe and the 10% chance of twins didn't happen with Reid, so why would it be any different. I was actually alone at my 8 week doctor's appointment, as Jason was out of town. I had given him the whole don't worry the first appointment takes forever and you saw it with Reid so it's no big deal to miss this one talk. I can still see the look on my wonderful OB's face as she held up two fingers and then said "But hang on a second, I see something else." I remember feeling utter devastation. I cried the whole way to my friend's house who was watching Reid and literally fell into her arms. The only thing I could think was "What did we do to Reid?"

Our life was as perfect as it was going to get, or so I thought at the time. All I could do was sob and think that Reid's world as he knew it was going to change and it wasn't fair nor was it his fault. It took months for me to get over that feeling.

And then days like today happen and I realize that what happened was truly God's plan. Reid's life would have been so different had we had just one baby, and I thank God that it worked out like it has. It's the simple gestures, the brotherly love, that I am so blessed to witness each day and see unfold amongst them. Something as simple as Reid helping Chase sort the blocks in the shape sorter bucket and hearing him exclaim "Mommy I love my brothers. They are so cute. I love playing with them." and I become complete mush. And then there is Parker, who has learned to call Logan--Low Low. Upon seeing that I had finished changing his brother's diaper, he calls out to him "Low Low" and points to the other ride on so that they can go riding off together. And the day ends with the three little brothers watching with eager anticipation at their Daddy and older brother working in the yard, all three staring out the door with Parker's arms around the other two's necks.

Yes, our lives would have been so different. Perhaps it would have been easier. I'm sure it would have been cheaper. But it's these simple gestures that show that this is as good as it gets. The bond between brothers is so strong and I'm grateful that they all have each other.

Deserving a Margarita

Today has been one from HELL! Jason had to leave early this morning to go out of town. He actually left earlier than he had planned thanks to one of the triplets (my money's on Parker) having switched on our alarm. I don't think we've set it since the boys were born. So, at 5:00 a.m., we arose to Latino music (they changed the station too) which is not something you want to hear and be awakened with if you don't speak a bit of Spanish.

Jason is notorious for hitting snooze. It used to drive me crazy when I worked. I have never quite understood that button. I mean, if it wakes you, why not just get up. You are just prolonging the inevitable. So, after hitting the snooze twice, he decides to get up, get showered, dressed, and then kisses me good-bye. But wait, I say. I didn't even get a shower--not to mention I didn't get one yesterday either. He leaves anyway--earlier than he originally stated he would--and so starts my day.

We did have a few good moments today, but they have been quickly overshadowed. And now, as I sit here still awaiting Jason's return, I am just thankful that everyone is asleep in bed and this day can end. The margarita in my hand is helping with that thankfulness a tad too!

Oh, and by the way, I forgot to mention the highlight of my day. Parker has learned that if you climb a chair and then climb onto the table you can reach the light switch and turn the lights on and off. After the fourth time of redirecting him, I decided that he can do what he wants because the ER would at least be somewhere to go today. I swear I don't know what I'm going to do with that child. Reid was never a climber. I wasn't a climber so it didn't come from me, and Jason is scared of heights, so I'm sure it isn't him. And so, I blame his fearlessness on my Dad. If he keeps his antics up, I'm sending him to live with his Opa.

Due to my margarita and laziness tonight, I will give the 15 month update on the boys tomorrow, when I can remember where I placed the cute stickers with the info. And I did finally take a shower, so at least I accomplished something today.