Weekend adventures...

Last week, my mother and I had a very interesting conversation about boogers. Well, not specifically boogers, but about when I was in grade school, and how she was a homeroom mother, and how I better learn to like to make cookies and cakes and cupcakes because it isn't fair to cheat and get the store bought kind (even though I can't remember these alleged cookie baking adventures that supposedly took place in the kitchen when I was younger). And then we were laughing about the kid in my grade school class who used to pick his nose and run after the girls. I said I hoped I didn't have the booger kid.

I have the booger kid. His name is Ryan.

He decided to display his new talent at the Multiples Halloween party by shoving his finger up his nose, just in time for Michelle to snap a lovely photo displaying Ryan's new fondness of digging for gold.

How can I get my shoe off?

I need a nap

Will smile for sugar

Other than that- the weekend went well. We went to pick a pumpkin because my mother (again!) said that it was not fair to cheat and have fake pumpkins around the house. So off we went.

Mommy! We found the Great Pumpkin!

I don't like hay, or grass, or sand, or...just get me off of this stuff now!!!

Where's Waldo- the Ryan version

And reason # 1 why I did not want to carve a pumpkin- Pumpkin Snot

Back up on the soapbox...

All I wanted to do was leisurely veg on the computer, reply to some emails, and snooze some time away until Kitchen Nightmares came on.

But no. Nope. Didn't happen.

Because as I perused through some posts on the Triplet Connection, I was encountered by a thread that made me actually think that someone, somewhere, left the key in the lock at the loony bin.

"Planning to give one child out of my set of triplets".....away for adoption to a family member.

WHAT THE (fill in the blank with your own choice of colorful word)?

This person and her husband are "seriously" considering giving away one of their unborn triplets to a family member and spouse who have had trouble conceiving for 10+ years. Don't get me wrong- I am thumbs up for charitable acts, but this takes it a tad too far. We are not talking about having extra puppies around the house, these are babies! That you birthed!

And the kicker- "Moreover, we had planned only for one more child and I feel that God is giving me more than we desired so that we can spread this happiness in someone elses life too."

The sentence would read more appropriately if the true wording stated that someone is dealing with some serious selfishness issues and wants to justify it by hiding behind "God" so they don't have to endure personal attacks on a message board geared at triplet + parents. To post this on a triplet forum is the equivalent of going on an attachment parenting website and singing the praises of practicing the CIO method. Be prepared for the slingshots.

I think I just vomited in my mouth.

Weekend pics...

"Why can't I go in the pool?"

I walk AND snap my fingers at the same time! "Daddy- this horse won't move!"
Mini Drew
"hmm, what to play with next- decisions decisions"
"Don't let go Daddy!!!"
Another day, another attempt at a group photo

Is there a rule sheet I missed?...

Over the past 2 weeks I have been asked questions that I never thought I had to actually sit down and choose a "stance" on. But apparently, birthing children throws you into a realm of matters that you must have opinions on. Never one to dodge a great chance of putting my 2 cents in, I thought I would answer.

1] What religion are the kids?

Hmm, well, the appropriate box to check would be None. So that is what I checked. Technically they were baptised/christened Lutheran. I still had the last of some good 'ol Catholic guilt hanging over me and could just see some nun screaming in my ear about original sin. They have wonderful "godparents" which I prefer to title "Life Guidance Leaders". I chose these individuals not for their religious beliefs, but because I truly respect them and feel that their morals and values align with my own.
That being said, I do not believe in organized religion, and Drew and I have decided that the kids will not attend any faith based preschools, sunday schools or the like. Call me crazy, but I will let them make that decision when they are old enough to choose a religion that they feel aligns with their own beliefs, not because that is all they were taught.

2] Do I believe in spanking?

Yes. But with moderation. If a good spank on the bum does not get the point across, beating the child won't either. There is a line, don't cross it. Hitting harder does not get the point across any better. I also think it should be reserved for situations that threaten the safety of the child, not because he/she may have poured milk on someone's head or decided to fling oatmeal across the room.

3] Breastfeeding?

Well, all I can say is more power to you. I tried, but the twins were broke and as dry as an old lake in the middle of the desert. And guess what, I have no "formula guilt" that some people like to put on non breastfeeding moms. But even if I had/could, I would have stopped IMMEDIATELY at the 1st tooth. Why? 'Cause when chowing down occurs-that's just weird. If your child is old enough to walk to the refrigerator, or has enough teeth that he could be a spokesperson for a toothpaste commercial- PUT THE BOOB AWAY. Just my opinion :)

4] What would you do if you had frozen embryos left?

Without missing a beat- donate them to medical research. If they can help science get 1 teeny step forward in it's pursuit of understanding genetic issues, why not?

And on another parenting note, Drew and I are taking the kids to the park and meeting up with Dena tomorrow. Drew is a necessary component to help bring the adult to child ratio to a manageable level. He is in charge of swing and slide supervision. I am in charge of making sure non edible items are not consumed and small objects are not poked into eyeballs, noses, etc.

a "No Snappy Title" post

First...view pics (that I lifted from Michelle's blog since she was the one with the foresight to take the pictures!)

Yep- that would be a portion of the Multiple's yard sale, which I am pleased to say allowed me to get rid of 3 swings, 1 baby papasan, 2 Bumbo chairs, 1 baby spa tub which Michelle swore was overpriced but I held firm, 1 car seat, 1 stroller, a baby cling, and numerous amounts of infant clothes, toys and shoes.

So imagine Drew's reaction when I told him I volunteered to hold the next one at our house.

Which led to the female version of the popular male forgiveness tactic "Uh oh, - better get flowers."

I cooked.

Yep-baked a chicken pot pie from SCRATCH. Well, the pie dough was courtesy of Pillsbury, but it's not like I even know how to make a pie crust. Isn't that what Mrs. Smith's is for?

Here is the proof...

I even kept Aspen clean all day in her ballerina outfit. The boys...well...that's another story.

So there might be a full moon, or snow tomorrow morning. You might want to check the weather.

And how has my week been you ask?...

Where oh where to begin...


1] Dominic is having those night terror things that I thought I had escaped. Nope-little D likes to scare the crap out of us at random times thoughout the night with bloodcurdling screams.

2] Ryan is climbing out of his crib. Not "throw the body over the edge and fall" type of climbing out, but a pretty dang coordinated effort. Leg gets thrown over the side, then a shimmy down the corner. His crib is so low that I may as well put the mattress on the floor. Hence the newfound respect for crib tents and many cheers to Misti who gave me hers.

3] Ryan + sippy cup = mess. See for yourself...
(dang video didn't load...see what I mean!!!)

4] Yard sale procrastination. Didn't I swear I was going to start early??? My loft looked like the aftermath of the Macy's Thanksgiving sale.

5] That would be Ryan playing behind the toy bins. I mean, after all, why play with the ALL THE TOYS IN THE BINS???

6] And finally, in an effort to hurry up and get my car loaded so I could get to Michelle's with all my yard sale stuff, I reversed the car in the driveway and hit...

the house.

Actually, to quote Drew, I "smacked the shit out of it"

Good night

And the Gold Star goes to...

RYAN!!! Yep! Aside from a small lick of green chalk yesterday, and his new habit of pulling food OUT of his mouth, he was the best behaved triplet this morning during picture time! The photographer scared the crap out of Aspen (thinking back, the chick should really find a new profession- child photography did not seem to suit her). And Dominic? Well, he sat and pondered how he ended up as the frog and how he could get his shoes off.