Williams Triplets

Where to begin...

2010-03-24T17:10:00.001-07:00

Wow, it literally seems like the last few months of our lives have been a medical blur. I'm not sure where to even start again.

Aspen had her tendon lengthening procedure done on July 14th. This is to help her hips stay in place from the bi-lateral open reduction she had done when she was a year old. The following week we went back for the follow up visit for her fractured humerus. The Ortho removes the cast, and comes back with the most bizarre look on his face. Her radial head, which had been IN A CAST, was dislocated. This is not consistent with a humerus fracture, hence the bewilderment of the doctor. So he schedules her for surgery the next day.

Cast#2
The following day, we take her to have a closed reduction procedure on the arm, to position the bone back in place. The Ortho comes out and advises us that he *thinks* based on scar tissue and cartilage that it is a congenital dislocation of the radial head, and has probably been out of place since birth. Apparently these defects are not picked up until early adolescence or unless an injury occurs which prompts investigation. He advises us that the ligaments may be damaged and probably will not hold it into place, but rather push the bone back out to what the ligaments thought was the natural position (which in Aspen's case- is out of place).

Cast#3
He was right, as soon as the cast came off the bone was right back out of place. So the next step was an open reduction with a modified Bell-Tawse procedure in addition to an ulnar osteotomy. Back to surgery she goes, and thankfully was easily talked out off the day-glo orange cast again. Pink was the winner.

Braces #1 and #2
Much to the delight of my insurance company, Aspen was fitted for 2 separate Dyna-Splints once the third cast came off. One for extension and one for flexion. She now looks like a mini-robot.

We could breathe and relax now-right? Right???

Cast #1 - July 6th

2009-12-18T13:47:00.000-08:00

July 6th...

So off on that Monday we head on over to the Ortho armed (ha- no pun intended!) with the x-rays from the hospital. Yep, she has fractured her humerus. On goes a lovely bright pink cast, and with a wave and a smile we are headed back home with a follow up on 3 weeks.

Oh, and at the same time we also get Aspen's pre-surgery registration for her tendon lengthening procedure on July 14th. For her hips. Make sure you are keeping track of the bones we are discussing. Did you know that there are more bones in an infant/toddler body then an adult?

You think you've been busy?....

2009-12-14T21:27:00.000-08:00

Well, I say HA to that!

Welcome to the post series called "How many casts can you wear in 4 months?". A small informational grouping of references and tidbits that will make everyone educated about bones. And how easily they break. Grab a chilled beverage, some Frito's and enjoy.

Introductory...The Splint

Let the tale begin with joy, laughter and merriment on a fun filled Fourth of July. Hot dogs, swimming, the Grubbs, and some tasty ambrosia salad followed by fireworks were no match for the evil couple known as.........water + tile.

Throw in one running triplet and you have yourself an ER trip.

5 boys and 1 girl. Guess which one went?

Yep...Aspen.

3 hours later we were sent on our way with a beautiful $1 million splint, lovely photos of a fractured humerus, some Tylenol with codeine and a follow up with her Ortho on Monday. Not too serious, after all they said it was a small fracture, should heal quickly. Right???

Well it's about time....

2009-12-13T08:48:00.001-08:00

I finally remembered my photobucket account info and fixed my background graphics. More fun and interesting things to follow :)

If I had a quarter...

2009-07-01T19:25:00.000-07:00

for every single doctor and exam where Aspen's heart murmur was missed- I would be rich.

Mid May when we returned from San Diego, the trio got sick. Of course I immediately self diagnosed swine flu and took the to the doctor. My Ped is great-slightly odd and quirky, and aside from the one odd scarlet fever diagnosis, is pretty darn good.

So the fact that he caught a heart murmur that had never been mentioned before was something that caught us off guard. Sure, it slipped by the 5 previous visits to him, but hey, the 6th one was the charm. After all, why wouldn't it have been picked up by one of the NICU doctors who examined her every day for 3 months?

So yesterday, after waiting a month, we finally saw the cardiologist. He was amazed that it had never been picked up before, but quickly realized that the location made it almost impossible to see from the ultrasound (behind the breastbone), yet easily more noticeable from an auditory standpoint.

So he diagnosed her with a muscular Ventricular Septal Defect. Thankfully, it is a pin hole size, and he is optimistic that it should be completely closed in the next 2 years, avoiding any surgical intervention.

He also cleared her for her upcoming tendon lengthening surgery in mid July, since she has not gained the abduction results that the Ortho would like to see. He is concerned that the tightness could compromise the positioning of her hips. At least she will not be in a cast this time, but only a brace. Which is good, considering I just loaded up on tutus!

Aspen at dance class

2009-06-30T21:34:00.001-07:00

No Gymboree at gym class???

2009-06-20T15:55:00.000-07:00

I am an unprepared mother.

I signed the trio up for a "Ballet, Dance and Motion" class at a local rec center. Word on the street is that since they went to a lottery system for their highly recommended preschool program, it's a good idea to schmooze a little.

I can schmooze with the best of them.

So I enrolled them in this class. One, because it is on Saturdays, and Two, because, well, it was the only one in the time frame I needed. If it was Skeet Shooting Basics 101 from 11:30-12pm- they would have learned to have a damn good shot.

Imagine how I cringed when MY LITTLE GIRL was the only one not in a TUTU. "The Father" said she wouldn't need one since it wasn't strictly a ballet class, and besides, I was not putting the boys in tights. You will notice that Ryan is missing from the pictures. That is because he prefered to spend his class enrollment fee on crying and watching from the window.

So off I go to figure how to get twinkling lights on Aspen's new tutu- I must leave a lasting impression.

Aspen performing to world renowned "Squat and Twirl"

"What the heck has Mommy done to me?"

It's a SeaWorld birthday!

2009-05-12T20:29:00.000-07:00

Considering that my "not in the least spoiled" children still have Christmas presents that have not been taken out of their boxes, the whole idea of gifts seemed unrealistic. So, after very little planning, we made reservations to go to San Diego. And for the 1st time in my life, I booked a non refundable hotel room.

And then that pesky swine flu hit. Damn those pigs.

However, after spending enough time researching and lingering on the CDC website that I am now an honorary employee- we went to San Diego anyway. I was armed with enough Purell and Lysol to sanitize a small third world country. I looked like Monk. I glared down anyone within a 12 foot radius who even dared to cough.

We still did have a good time, even though I managed to get sun poisoning. All the Purell in the world will not help you if you forget to put on sunscreen. My poor forehead is flaking and leaving little bits o' DNA everywhere.

Happy 3rd Birthday!

2009-05-10T14:38:00.000-07:00

The trio turned 3 on Friday! Happy Birthday my sweet ones!

Big juicy...

2009-04-14T23:45:00.000-07:00

boogers.

And who is the snot fisherman in the household you ask? None other then sweet, ladylike Aspen. Yep-shoves her THUMB up there like she is deep sea diving.

And she loves to share her new hobby with anyone. She even hoards them in the crib until she gets up then will politely hand them individually to you as a nasty slimy present.

She even handed one to her Ortho doctor the other day as he is examining her abduction progress (which looks like a tendon lengthening procedure is going to occur by the end of the year). He was less then amused. And this was after she already broke the "NPIP" rule (no pooping in public).

Is Miss Manners still alive? Does she do housecalls?

A marching we will go...

2009-03-15T09:38:00.000-07:00

Yesterday we participated for the first time in the St. Patrick's Day parade in Henderson with LVMOMS. It was held on a street with the same inclination as Mt. Everest. Luckily, Don and Drew dropped Laura and I off with the kids at the top- or the buzzards may have started to swirl again.

It was a hoot of fun...and very random with participants...see for yourself!

The choo choo wagon was all pimped out...

as were the kids...

Aspen loves her St. Patty's Day tutu!

The choo choo wagon line-up

(see Cathy the parade crasher with her boys)

There were BIG horses...

and tiny horses...
oversized drunk leprechauns
(unfortunately I cut off the case of Budweiser they were carrying)

and wee little dauschunds

and a police car that was waaayyy lost..

so they sent in the Storm Troopers to retrieve it...

THE END!!!

Dominic's favorite song

2009-02-26T19:32:00.000-08:00

It's quite catchy. Both Drew and I have been caught marching.....

Are you Scared? Join the Afraid Parade! from Kelsey Friday on Vimeo.

potty schmotty

2009-02-23T21:35:00.000-08:00

Life is about choices. And in an effort to get these kids on the potty- they have choices. They can use the practical potty seat, the multipurpose potty chair/step stool, or for those times when you just feel like peeing on reptiles- the froggy potty.

What more could they want- a bidet?

The potty training process could quite possibly send me over the edge.

I've been violated...and misc crayon issues...

2009-02-17T20:48:00.000-08:00

I'm a Facebook junkie. There, I said it, now the healing can begin.

So you can imagine my shock when I found out that someone hacked into my FB account today. My friend Kyle messages me and asks me if I am ok and if I am in London. Then I get a call from my friend Korina.

So I call Korina back and she proceeds to tell me that I messaged her saying that I was in London, was robbed on the way to my hotel and could she wire me $1300.00!!! Thankfully they knew this jiggidy-jig was a load of crap. This is because:

A: I have very smart friends
B: I hate to fly so London would be completely bizarre
C: Who solicits money via Facebook?
D. I have plenty of money coming my way thanks to the President of Nigeria I helped out with a little check cashing issue. See-I will have 1 million dollars as soon as the check clears!

(I'm sure that Michelle is reeling in laughter at my FB debacle)

oh, and Dominic decided to color the tile with a black crayon.
And Ryan ratted him out.
Definitely not a good CIA prospect.

Happy Valentine's Day...after

2009-02-15T15:41:00.000-08:00

I would have posted this on Valentine's Day, but I was busy being pampered like a Hilton.

ah, yes, the dishwasher slapped me back to reality. This is one day of kiddie dishes. And they wonder why we have a water shortage in Vegas?

My Valentine card. When you go through a gallon of milk a day- this is the most logical place to put it for me to find it. Very clever Drew!

My attempt and being Martha Stewart. These are supposed to look like roses. They...well...don't.

Drew came home and made dinner- a wonderful Filet Mignon with bearnaise, herb roasted potatoes and tomato casserole (yes Ricci- your recipe + mozzarella).

We are going out to dinner tonight. We stopped going on Valentine's Day quite a few years ago after some unfortunate server tried to deliver my not quite so cooked steak that I swear bled all the way from the kitchen. Way too busy and way too packed and rushed. So we always go after Valentine's Day. And tomorrow is Spa Day!!!

oh dear....

2009-02-13T20:56:00.000-08:00

this could take some therapeutic undoing.

Dominic, by comparison, was the last one to blossom in the vocabulary department. It is still sometimes difficult to understand what all of them say sometimes, but for the most part- it's decipherable. Well,except (quick offshoot story approaching.....

Drew bought the kids humidifiers for their rooms- a penguin and a frog. After all this is the desert, and we don't have a street named Sahara just for the heck of it. One day the penguin was sitting on the kitchen island and Ryan come running over and proceeds to tell me that "Daddy's peesnis felled down, Daddy's peesnis is BROKEN Mommy!"

hmmm...

So, after a quick call to Drew- I sat Ryan down and we practiced PENGUIN for about 30 minutes. I still might not risk a trip to SeaWorld anytime soon though.

ok- back on track. So Aspen and Ryan are the chatterboxes. However, Aspen cannot and has never been able to say Dominic, nor has Ryan. So from the moment Aspen could talk, she called him Maggot, which atleast has now morphed into Maggik. Ryan, being the repeater as he is, just went along and copied her.

And now Dominic can't even say his name- he calls himself Maggick. Ryan now just calls him Brudder.

hmmm....

umm, I've been busy?...

2009-02-07T19:17:00.000-08:00

I know, I know- I'm a bad blogger. I've been very busy I swear.

After all, it takes alot of time to care for my tentuplets. Yep- popped out 10 kids last week. I figured since I had all these extra embryos just sitting in a freezer, why not use them up? I have nothing better to do except breed children. Take that Nadya Suleman you freaking TRAINWRECK!

I could go on and on but there are serious and less delusional things going on right now in my life.
I could say I have been saving the world, ending domestic hunger issues, or even doing laundry. But since Michelle busted me out for my Facebook addiction, I figured I better come clean.

Plus, I have been making Who-Hash.

I am utterly at a loss for new and refreshing food ideas. I have probably fed my kids gallons of mac and cheese- they seem to be indifferent to other food groups. It all just seems like the same old crap day in and day out.

Except today. I'm crafty.

Take 1 can of chicken and noodles, add in some ham, and peas and viola! Who-Hash delight!

They hated it.

I'm hardcore....

2008-11-30T20:42:00.000-08:00

I could consider myself a professional shopper. Find me another mom of triplets who sets foot out on Black Friday and again today with little caffeine.

Black Friday:
The mall was so crowded that I couldn't even park AT THE MALL. Nope, parked by Kinkos and had to hoof it all the way to the door. Walk to get the mail- no way. Walk 4 miles to a Gymboree sale- hell yes- barefoot and on glass if needed.

Today:
Today might not have been that much of a feat except for the fact we went to the outlets in Primm.....

....With every other person driving back to California on I15. What should have taken 30 minutes took 2 hours and 15 minutes. Let me also add I was stuck next to a pig truck for 3 miles. A pig truck full of pigs who I swear smelled like they just rolled in cow manure. They also kept shoving their pig snouts through the little holes. I probably have pig snot on the side of the car.

So give me my badge of honor, my sceptor and crown. For I dear friends should be committed.

Start snappin' the fingers....

2008-11-27T20:00:00.001-08:00

It's creepy and it's kooky

Mysterious and spooky

It's jiggly and it's wiggly

The Williams Cranberry Sauce!

I can remember growing up, my Mother would shake this cranberry glob with all her might out of the can. Then she would carefully slice it, and arrange it artfully on the plate. No one ever ate it, but it was always there, a jellified processed masterpiece.

Thanks Mom for one of my most favorite holiday memories. Happy Thanksgiving :)

Wrong...so wrong....

2008-11-13T20:28:00.000-08:00

I'm speechless.

Absolutely beyond words.

Wow.

It's November 13th

AND THERE IS FREAKIN" CHRISTMAS MUSIC ON THE RADIO!

Ok, in defense of the broadcasting world, it is only being played by one station, during one individual's sappy air time, where she finds perfect songs to cure broken hearts, show someone how much you love them by blasting Air Supply, or any other sugary sweet ballad that makes you want to jerk the steering wheel and head right off the embankment.

But there is no reason I should have to roast chestnuts on an open fire or have a holly jolly Christmas when I haven't even been exposed to turkey filled gluttony and mashed potato mountains.

Santa hasn't even geared up for the parade yet.

Geesh...

Woo Hoo!

2008-11-04T21:36:00.000-08:00

NO PALIN!!!

Yippee!!!

Picture Day...

2008-10-26T18:36:00.000-07:00

Yes- I pimp my kids for candy...

2008-10-25T22:07:00.000-07:00

Today was the LVMOMs Halloween party. It started off at Peter Piper Pizza. In a moment of clarity, as I sat staring at the pizza, with 3 hungry sets of eyes staring at me, did I realize the the munchkins have never had pizza. Therefore, pizza consumption was administered by fork.

And even though I took great care in delivering food to mouth, HOW IN THE HELL did Ryan get pizza on his costume?

That's ok- because I am the crazy mom that whips out the Tide stain stick right...there...on...the...spot. Yep- that's me.

We then went to the Clark County Museum of Old Stuff (I don't really think that is the name, but it is a damn accurate description). They were holding a Halloweenie Trick and Treat fest, so we got to push Mickey, Minnie and Donald around and have more than a few Einsteins ask the typical questions. No, they are not identical, yes-3 does equal triplets, and no, I am not having anymore.

But the perk? Triplets = lotsa candy!

Yep- 3 heaping baggies full of chocolate, gummy stuff, and Jelly Bellys. Not the cheapo sweet tarts or candy that tastes like chalk. We are talking Hersheys baby!

And since I am very concerned about cavities, sugar overindulgence and possible choking hazards, Drew and I made every attempt to make sure that the candy was well out of reach of the trio.

Now if you excuse me, I must wipe the chocolate off my keyboard.

Whoa! Where did September go?

2008-10-12T00:18:00.000-07:00

I swear I lost an entire month! At this rate the kids will be driving next week. Hmm, lets see... what the heck did I do over the last few weeks?

1. Survived first family vacation without any bumps, bruises or scratches.
2. Replaced 2 bumpers from the small teeny tiny fender bender in the driveway (oops).
3. Celebrated our 10 year anniversary.

Yep 10 years. 10 years of opportunities for Drew to finally realize I am not the domestic goddess that I packaged myself to be. But that's ok- he likes Hamburger Helper and likes to do his own laundry- so I am off the hook.

Very Patient Husband whisked me away to Sedona for an anniversary getaway. Spa treatments, shopping- he's the man with the plan.

Until the hiking.

There is a very valid reason I am a Girl Scout dropout. I don't hike. I don't even like to get the mail. However, the promise of a energy realigning vortex seemed to exciting to pass up. Besides, VPH said it was only 2/10ths of a mile. How bad could it be?

Bad. Very Bad

First- it was not 2/10ths of a mile.
Second- it was not flat
Third- I had no water
Fourth- I swear I heard a buzzard circling above my head

As for the vortex? As soon as my dehydrated, no longer relaxed from the spa worn and torn body got to the top of the HUGE mountain- I wouldn't have felt any realigning if it came and kicked me in the ass and slapped me all the way back to the bottom. And I am pretty sure I threw off some negative energy by asking Zen Yoga Master which way was the easiest to get back down.

How I Spent My Summer Vacation...

2008-09-08T19:40:00.000-07:00

Day 1: Fool yourself into thinking that you will actually get on the road in time. We were actually almost on schedule. Drew painstakingly packed the car in such a way that I swore he must have played too much drinking Jenga in college. It was a perfect puzzle masterpiece. Get in the car, forget the confirmation number, turn back around and then finally get on the road an hour later then planned.

Tip #1: Do not drive anywhere remotely towards California on Labor Day. If so, plan on adding 4 hours to your trip.

Apparently, the ENTIRE state of California decided to have a mass exodus towards Sin City for the Labor Day weekend. Then, they all decided to go back with us- the overstuffed Pathfinder with triplets singing in the backseat.

Tip#2: The reason for the back up- the damn fruit stand checkpoint at the CA/NV line. Because taking fruit into CA is a BIG deal. Why? Don't know and I don't care. Just make sure to have some oranges available to bean at the checker's head for tying up traffic the next time.

Back on the road, we finally decide it would be a good idea to feed the munchkins. So we hunt down a KFC for mac & cheese.

Tip#3: California has a great sense of humor, especially the pranks about putting the signs for fast food AFTER the exit you should have taken 1/4 mile back.

Gee Arnold- thanks a bunch.

to be continued...

And how was your weekend?

2008-08-24T23:23:00.000-07:00

Take a moment and create a story in your head containing the following plot lines:

1 black eye
2 smashed cars
1 blown hot water heater

yep - I see your minds spinning now...

Da plane boss! Da plane!

2008-08-17T10:21:00.000-07:00

We took the trio to the observation area at McCarran last night for the heck of it. Ryan loved it, screaming and signing for more "panes". Aspen could have cared less, and Dominic was more interested in dumping an entire soda on me in the car.

Fun for all!

Time out!

2008-07-29T23:40:00.000-07:00

DracuDominic got time out tonight. See, Dominic is a sensitive soul, a gentle child, a kind, loving little boy.

Unless your name is Ryan and you just stole the basketball.

Revenge- triplet style. One nasty chomp down on the back, through cotton, hard enough to leave a welt with teeth marks.

He better hope that Ryan never bites back since Ryan has the dental makings of a shark. Or as our pediatrician says, a tooth explosion in his mouth. Ryan, somehow, acquired too many teeth. Probably a well planned ploy to get extra money from the tooth fairy. But seriously, he has, from last count, 3 teeth too many. I have no idea what happened in there.

I better start saving for the braces.

Happy Birthday Drew!

2008-07-14T21:01:00.000-07:00

What does any parent of triplets do on their birthday? Run. Hide. Seek adult environments.

After all, the trio got to go to a birthday party on Saturday for Tanner (mucho fun Dena!) and even though Ryan ran around making sure escaped ball pit balls were returned to their rightful place, they had a blast.

Today, for Drew's birthday- we ran away. Got pedicures and massages. And ate in a restaurant without having to look on the children's menu and did not have to cut food up into teeny tiny pieces. And it was still HOT when we ate it.

Good times that every birthday boy deserves.

On another note, I made the reservations for San Diego (check me out all on the ball!). I was even polite when after explaining to the agent that it was 2 adults and 3 children all the same age, born on the same day, all related, yada yada, he STILL proceeded to ask me if I was bring 2 pack and plays.

Yep, because one has to rotate and sleep in the truck.

The end.

fairy princess

2008-07-09T21:33:00.000-07:00

I just realized I have not posted any pics from the 2 year birthday shoots. I could say it was because I have been in bed for 2 days with either a] food poisoning (because I want to blame Drew for trying to KILL me) or b] some nasty stomach virus (more realistic probable cause).

But considering they were done a month ago- chalk it up to laziness. These are one's we had taken of Aspen and Drew got into an argument with the manager over a coupon code (which, for those that know Drew- that is so not like him) and it made the whole experience even more memorable. Especially the part when Aspen started crying and Drew looked the guy straight in his eyes and says" See- now you made her cry" You really had to be there. It was a special family moment. Especially 6'4" Drew staring down 5' nothing photo dude.

Not quite Barry the Bee...

2008-07-05T12:33:00.000-07:00

Perhaps the Bee Movie has taught the trio no fear of bugs.

I, on the other hand, still harbor huge anxiety attack inducing fears of bugs, especially bees.

We decided to put the kids in the pool so that they could float and watch Drew light fireworks and hopefully not catch palm trees on fire.

Dominic is sitting on the sun deck and grabs for what appears to be a lightening bug. Or some kind of bug- they are all creepy and crawly anyway- does it really matter?

Then creepy bug morphs into what appears to be a hornet.

What do I do? Scream like a mental patient and all but cannonball out of the pool and down the street. Dominic is trying to catch it, and gets stung.

Twice.

But he took it much better then I did, and with a little bit of Benedryl and some kisses on his boo boo, took his wound like a champ.

Feeling helpful???

2008-06-30T23:08:00.000-07:00

We all have busy lives, and sometimes even though we have the best intentions, it can be hard to find some time to do some good for someone else.

Here is your chance.

Lick an envelope, and stick a few stamps, and help someone achieve a dream.

Key Chains 4 Jerry.

A member at one of the forums I frequent is trying to gather up the masses (or keychains in this instance). Here is some info from the blog that was set up to keep track of Jerry's progress:

"Jerry Moran is an awesome mentally-challenged guy from Champaign, IL. Many years ago, he started a key chain collection. At the current time, he has around 10,000. We would like to help him build his collection so he can be entered in the Guinness Book of Records. That record is currently a little over 41,000. He is almost a fourth of the way there!!!"

Here is the blog: http://keychains4jerry.blogspot.com/

Now go dig through those junk drawers in the kitchen, and do a little good for the day :)

Bippity Boppity Boo

2008-06-24T20:19:00.001-07:00

Shamu we are coming for YOU!

That's right SeaWorld- you better call a special meeting on the correct process to remove triplets from the top of a whale.

Because we are invading San Diego.

Somehow my 10 year anniversary/more bling to the ring/tropical getaway turned into triplet roap trip to San Diego to go to the zoo and Sea World.

By ourselves.
Just me and Drew
alone
outnumbered
God help us

I have a couple months to prepare, plot, plan a course of action/attack, stock up on tape, cartons of diapers, pallets of wipes, 300 sippy cups, blankie GPS systems and of course coordinate outfits, bows and bracelets, count shoes and purchase the vat of sunscreen.

Based on my intermittent forgetfulness, slight procrastination and terrible packing skills, we should be set to go in September

2012.

When in doubt....

2008-06-17T17:37:00.001-07:00

I guess you can just write ANYTHING on the office visit slip.

Mr. Mom calls me at work to tell me the conversation that occurred at the Peds office today with my strawberry child.

Dr. Dolittle- "Well, I'm not really sure what it is (even though I went through extensive training at a medical school for many years but probably slept through the "strawberry pink child" class after an all night kegger party). So, I am going to hedge my bets and give him an antibiotic. It may be nothing at all, but let's call it Scarlet Fever."

HUH?
What?

This is not spin the wheel of diseases and just pick what it lands on. So of course I frantically Google Scarlet Fever...

Sore throat - NO
Fever - NO
Vomiting - NO
Rash on neck and chest; rough "sandpaper" feel to the skin - OK
Peeling (desquamation) of the finger tips, toes, and groin - NO
Swollen, red tongue (strawberry tongue) - NO
Pastia's lines (bright red color in the creases of the underarm and groin) - NO
Chills - NO
Headache - Well, I don't think he can say headache yet, so I'll say NO
Generalized discomfort (malaise) - NO
Abdominal pain - NO
Muscle aches - NO

I'm going to hedge my own bets based on 1/12 odds that it is not Scarlet Fever.

Perhaps that was the ICD code of the day.

The good news in he is not quite as pink anymore- so maybe it was just some weird reaction to something.

hmm..that doesn't look right...

2008-06-16T20:15:00.000-07:00

I vaguely remember reading somewhere in my parenting handbook that if your child wakes up looking like a strawberry, something, and don't quote me, may not be right.

Dominic has an odd rash, somewhat the color of a strawberry milkshake, and little teeny bumps. Odd.

I have no idea what it is from. The only thing close to what I think could have caused it is the latex balloon he was getting up close and personal with in the car on the way home from Red Robin yesterday. But nothing else latex has ever bothered him before. So Mr. Mom (Drew) taled to the nurse who said to give him Benedryl and keep an eye on it. He's eating, running, etc etc, so aside from looking like something from Dairy Queen, he seems fine.

So Drew is taking him to see the doctor in the morning, because we have not been to the Pediatrician in at least a month, and I am sure they miss us, and our contribution to their salaries.

Did my day really start like this?

2008-06-08T10:37:00.000-07:00

Now I understand why so many people have wished me luck when they found out the trio turned 2.

Now I understand why some animals eat their young.

I also understand that hysterical laughing from a nursery is NEVER a good thing.

And hysterical laughing is what occurs when one triplet (RYAN!) rips a hole in his crib tent, and shoves out his pj bottoms, and his diaper (the diaper that gets wrapped on with packing tape).

And points at the pile of POOP on the mattress. And laughs.

Oddly, that is not what I did. Go figure.

Next, a lesson in the the monkey see monkey do method. Pay attention. There might be a quiz.

After wiping up the floor from thrown bananas, french toast and milk sprinkles, because when you are 2, it is way more fun to bean the dog with food and see if he eats it.
(Chihuahuas do not eat bananas or french toast for future reference.)

Up the stairs to throw in some laundry, all is quiet downstairs. Which, in direct contradiction to laughter, ALSO, is not a good thing. There is no good reason why three 2 year olds would be quiet all AT THE SAME TIME, unless mischief was underway.

And so it was.

Dominic got out of his diaper (also wrapped in packing tape) and PEED on the floor through the leg holes of the highchair.

I live in one big outhouse.

--------

Dear 3M,

I appreciate the great strides you have made with your tapes. Some would say they are built to last. And who would argue? After all, they tightly keep packages together, as they make their way through the wear and tear of the United States Postal system, through rain, sleet, snow, and hail.

However, perhaps you should know that your tape is no match for a determined 2 year old. No, your tapes fault terribly against the sheer will of a toddler determined to rip it off a diaper so that he can run amok with just a bare bum.

I'm sadly disappointed, as this was the only option open to me, considering the consequences of what could occur with other adhesives. Super glue involves drying time, and then how would I explain it to hospital personnel should it run and adhere to places that would make some men shudder to even think about. Pins are out, since there is the poking factor. So tell me, 3M, what is a triplet mother of toddlers to do?

Sincerely,
StressTripletMomWipingUpCrapInNevada

Nicknames 2.0

2008-06-01T20:45:00.000-07:00

Remember how I had nicknames for the trio before they were born? Mac, Cheese and Pickles? Well, as newly minted 2 year olds they have earned new ones.

Dominic aka Houdini. The child can get out of anything on him. Including diapers. Including diapers with packing tape wrapped around them to keep them on. Industrial strength packing tape. And shirts and shorts diaper pinned together. NOTHING will stay on him.

Aspen aka Princess Musthaveherwayorelse. She has a quite interesting wind up pitch that lasts about 15-30 seconds and get louder and louder and LOUDER until all hell breaks loose. And reasoning with a 2 year old just does not work. Nope-tried it. So did Drew- didn't work for him either. She has won. We are merely pawns in her game of work domination right now.

Ryan aka JabberJaws. He will sit there a give you a 30 minute dissertation including hand gestures and animated facial expressions. Do not dare look like you have no idea what he is saying. Just go along.

Hey Hey It's your Birthday!

2008-05-08T22:16:00.000-07:00

Today is the official birthday. Two years- and I still remember the looong 2 hours I was in labor, only for the simple fact that to this day I swear up and down that everything everyone ever told me about labor was a lie- big fat lie. There was no ripple like tightening across the belly. Nope- that's a lie. As soon as they called for the c-section, which somehow triggered the labor- there was no pressure like pulsations- nope.

You want the truth- the cold hard truth?

Can you handle it?

Labor feels like you ate way to much broccoli and you could quite possibly fart a child out straight across the room.

There's your truth. I warned you.

Aside from revisiting that, today was a great day. We took the kids out for dinner, then came home and had a birthday cupcake smashdown outside. I even caught newly adopted favorite Uncle Paulie singing the tune to the Mickey Mouse club in the garage. By the time he leaves- I may even have him changing diapers.

And as newly minted 2 year olds....

Dominic:

-will strip completely naked while taking a nap-a special naked bum up in the air treat when you go to wake him up.
-has figured out a way to torment Ryan with Chicken Dance Elmo to the point of hyperventilating sobs

Aspen:

- has perfected the "wind up temper tantrum"
-can roll her eyes like a pro (I have NO idea where she learned that from)

Ryan:

- will proudly show everyone where his weenie is
- is not the least bit scared when we threaten him with boarding school if he throws his shoes out of the stroller one more time.

Parents:

-are still learning how to live with a healthy dose of insanity

It's been a year already????

2008-05-04T10:53:00.001-07:00

It seems like just yesterday I was planning the trio's 1st birthday party. All of a sudden, I found myself planning the 2nd birthday party.

the invite...

the pics...

The yummiest cake EVER. The bakery, Layers, in Green Valley, did such a great job on the cakes. The main cake had a cookies and cream filling layer and the 2nd cake had a raspberry chambord filling. They dusted the cookie favors with some sort a magical pearl accents and the 3 individual cakes for the kids were the perfect size. I will never get a cake from anywhere else- plus Drew is addicted to their chocolate ganache.

The kids had a blast, and way to much sugar, but went to bed peacefully, as did mom and dad since we were all so tired. So overall, I think the party was a hit!

Hoppy Easter!!!

2008-03-24T22:17:00.001-07:00

(a day late)

FINALLY, it seems (fingers crossed) that all boogers, snot, fevers and coughs have exited the house. We cane now put away the nebulizers and the weather has been so nice we have all the windows open to air the last germies out. Last week, since the trio got well over the RSV, we went and had some easter pics taken...

well, tried to have some easter pics taken...

Damn it!

2008-03-03T23:13:00.000-08:00

Damn It Damn It Damn It

Now Ryan and Dominic have both tested positive for RSV. Oh, and have ear infections just to add a wee bit more fun to the whole mess.

Can a girl catch a break?

So tomorrow Drew and I are disinfecting the house, bombing the playroom, lysoling everything.

I swear I am thinking about mailing used kleenex and boogers to BC.

Just call me the UniBooger.

I don't suck but...

2008-02-29T21:49:00.000-08:00

Carefirst Blue Cross Blue Shield does. They may as well change their name to CareLESS.

Aspen has RSV. If the medical director effer had approved their Synagis shots, then maybe, just MAYBE, she wouldn't be as sick as she is. But no, that little effer denied the pre approval AND appeal. I should send the Pulmicort bill to his house along with the nebulizer bill, albuterol bill and doctors bill. And then when I am done, I think I might just shove a bottle of Purell up his ass for good measure.

Does it sound like I am a teeny bit pissed???

I still suck...

2008-02-27T19:40:00.001-08:00

OK- maybe I have lost my mojo. Or maybe I have had the crapiest month ever. I could literally write a laundry list of why I have had a crappy month, which would include such elements as not quite midlife crisis which involves 1 totally unexpected career change for Drew. Tad stressful but in the end it should all work out. Hopefully. Not to mention I am the LVMOMS yard sale HOSTESS with the MOSTESS this time. So all you multiple moms best start getting your tags ready. No last minute pricing (Cathy- you know how you are!) running around with the marker the night of the sale!

But, all is ok. After all, Ryan handed me, in his little hand this morning, a gift before I went to work. Not quite a qift from the heart, more like the nose. He handed me a nice hard crusty booger. Lends new meaning to the saying that the best gifts are homemade....

bad blogger...

2008-02-08T22:40:00.003-08:00

ok - I know. I am a bad blogger. I am not worthy. But I have really good excuses. Swear I do. And as soon as I come up with them, I will let you know.

ok- I shall start...

I was out of town. Drew and I flew to Baltimore to help my mom pack. We sold the house and Casa de Spring Ave is now owned by a lovely couple. So, after the movers came, it was time to clean 30+ years of dust bunnies from places in that house I don't remember even existed.

So...all my friends will have to pack up and bring themselves and their kids and for those of them still single- their current boyfriends, and hike out to where the weather is warm and there is no chance of snow!

2008-01-08T18:29:00.000-08:00

I'm baaaackkk...

2008-01-04T14:00:00.000-08:00

I don't feel like an ogre anymore! Woo Hoo! I can actually swallow without feeling like I just shoved tumbleweed down my throat! Yippee!!!

Ahhh, the holidays. I swear it all went by in a strange supersonic blur. In typical Me style, I waited until the VERY last day, aka Christmas Eve, to start wrapping. Bad move. Luckily, I could use the excuse that many of the toys were too oddly shaped to wrap :) It was when Drew was pulling everything out that I started to realize that we had bought WAY TOO MUCH. Amazon had such a huge toy sale and I had already been picking things up I must have lost track. Lots of toys are still under the tree and many have been put away until their birthday. They were so overwhelmed that morning that we would just give them a gift here and there and then right back to the ball pit they would run.

The 300 ball pit of happiness

What a organized playroom (that will last for 30 seconds)!

"I knew there was more under the tree!"

Ugh...please start the pity party now...

2007-12-27T22:40:00.001-08:00

I'm sick. Not just sniffle sick, but enough sick to the point that I went to the doctor. Little did I know that I would leave with a shot of something I can't remember in my @ss, and prescription that could probably cure the Ebola virus, and a stern recommendation to see an ENT. As my doctor exclaimed, and this is a quote, my tonsils are "HUGE". Apparently big is not necessarily better in the tonsil world, and he thinks that they will probably need to come out.

Now for all of you who remember my threshold of pain (ie- infamous cerclage story), they have a better chance of sticking their hand down my throat and ripping them out with bare hands then getting me under the knife, especially when said knife is in my throat, close to my jugular. Too close to my jugular in my non medical opinion.

So I sign off tonight with a snippet of how the holiday went in our house, sung along to the tune of the 12 days of Christmas...

12 bags of trash
11 rolls of paper
10 burnt strings of lights
9 battles over a fake lipstick
8 pounds of ham
7 play cell phones
6 missing shoes
5 hours of sleep
4 runny noses
3 off schedule triplets
2 time outs ...and
1 bloody Dominic nose....

As I hide in the office...

2007-12-25T15:13:00.001-08:00

with my new 24" big @ss wide screen computer monitor...here are some pics from the trio decorating cookies for Santa. WOW- they look HUGE on this thing. I may never leave the house again...

It's beginning to look a lot like...

2007-12-22T21:13:00.000-08:00

Vomit

Thursday night we took the kids, Drew's mom Liz, and my mom to Maggiano's at Fashion Show for dinner. Got the kiddos all dressed up and drove on down and the wonderfully accommodated our request to sit in the corner. It sucks trying to eat out and having every Larry, Moe and Curly come up just as you chomped down and ask you if they are triplets. So the staff graciously sat us as far in the corner as possible. Any further and we would have been eating on the Strip.

All was going wonderfully until Dumb Mommy Moment # 516 hit. That would also be known as"Aspen tries lasagna with sausage". Mmm yummy. She grinned from ear to ear. So did Mommy as I thought- WOW a new food! Add that to the weekly menu!

Or so I thought.

Until I picked her up and she projectile vomited like the Excorcist...ALL...OVER...ME.

You have not experienced pure humiliation unless you have sat in the middle of a very busy restaurant on the Las Vegas Strip, during the holiday season, with lasagna puke all over yourself.

Happy Holidays.

"HAHA- Aspen puked on Mommy!"

"Does this mean we aren't staying for dessert?"

"I feel so much better now Daddy"

Weekend pics...

2007-12-16T21:24:00.000-08:00

We still have not ventured out to take the kids to see the "real" Santa at the mall. They just got over their 3rd cold and I'm just not ready to chance it yet with the mall germs. We did go to the "Pancakes with Santa" event that the LVMOM club had Saturday and well, Santa was not a big hit.

"HELP!"

"Get me off of him NOW!"

"You're not really Santa are you?"

"I'm not getting any closer- just get me a pancake."

"Mommy- you're not so tall yourself- where's YOUR shirt?"

Pre-lit my rumpus...

2007-12-09T18:31:00.000-08:00

Drew is the official "light man" for all the Christmas trees in the house. However, I did break chain of command and fix the lights on the kids trees. We got the tree in the family room decorated, and then we started on the 9.5 ft "Pre lit" one in the foyer.

Nothin'..Nada..No twinkling lights to be had.

This did not make the Director of Lighting very happy.

So he threw some on top of the tree after spending an hour trying to unwrap the top portion. We got it decorated and then yesterday, another string burned out.

Needless to say, if looks could kill, my artifical tree would die a fake death.

On top of this, all three kids have boogie rivers running out their noses, and I have given up even attempting to keep sippy cups separated.

Now I have to go get Drew away from the tree before it goes out the front door.

Dear Santa...

2007-11-28T20:28:00.000-08:00

Dear Santa,

Last year we let you off the hook, and did not bring the kids to see you. This year, you're not so lucky. Now before we get there, there are some things that you need to know, just in case some questions arise. If you stray from the plan, you and I are going to have a small problem.

1. We do not have a chimney, so they all think that you come in the house through the vent in the stove hood. Got it?-good.
2. If I forget to leave cookies and milk, sorry, but you may have to suck it up and grab a granola bar from the pantry.
3. Elves. I dressed Dominic up as one last year, so if he freaks out when he sees them, just let him be- it's my fault and I'll take care of the therapy.
4. Ryan has learned how to umm, how shall I say this, ...fart on demand. Should this occur, I will look at you as if you did it, so play along. Do not laugh, this will only encourage more tooting.
5. Aspen like to try and rip noses off. Make sure to have band-aids on hand as I have had some minor difficulties trying to trim her nails so they may be as long as Elvira's, thus inflicting some pain on your nostril regions.

Ok, I think that covers it.

Happy Thanksgiving!

2007-11-22T21:36:00.000-08:00

Wow- I think the kids ate more pumpkin pie than Drew. In fact, I don't think there was anything that they DIDN'T eat. Well, except cranberry sauce, which for some reason got forgotten about in the pantry. Which is fine, because no one eats it here anyway. It kinda just sits on a plate like a wobbly blob of burgandy glop.

Corn Mountain- In honor of Kelli who is currently freezing in Minnesota.

So Ryan- let me tell you about Pilgrims...

I bet Mommy is very thankful for bibs.

How much turkey can I shove in my mouth at one time?

I am very thankful for the sweet potatoes all over my face.

WHAT? I have NO idea how Aspen's bow got in my hand!

I will just play with the dancing reindeer while Dominic gets in trouble.

18 month pics!

2007-11-19T20:51:00.000-08:00

The trio turned 18 months old on the 8th! I can't believe how fast time has flown by. We had their pics taken last week.

A very clear signal that picture time is OVER.

Who needs a Q-tip?

2007-11-18T20:39:00.000-08:00

When you can just shove STRING CHEESE in your ear! That's the new game Ryan and Dominic are now playing. I had to sit and watch their every move to make sure chicken nor green beans ended up in ear canals. Apparently I missed the string cheese incident. Luckily I caught it in Dominic's ear in the playroom. Good thing it wasn't a green bean. That's all I need is a germentated bean seed in someone's ear and me waking up to the Jolly Green Giant in a crib.

"I can't believe Daddy finally talked Mommy into buying us cartoon pj's!"

(strange butt sniffing chihuahua was not included)

"Let me start practicing for my singing career"

"Nope- I'll read instead"

"What do you mean no more string cheese?"

"Now Mother- you can't possibly believe I put the cheese in my own ear"

Can I get the 100 pound bag of flour please?

2007-11-05T21:19:00.000-08:00

The Week in Review...

2007-11-04T18:36:00.000-08:00

Otherwise known as.."Could there be anymore drama?"

1. Halloween. Literally a damned holiday. I got home from work to find out that some billing issue from my first RE ( who sucks and should be slapped for malpractice but for fears of slander I can't go into- but would love nothing more than to smear his "paid for" reputation all across town) flared up. From 2004! Oh- and the fact my insurance company at that time is out of business did not help, not able to get EOB copies 3 F'ing years later. So $1000.00 later I got to give them the big F -off. THEN, we sat in traffic for an hour to get to the District to take the kids Trick or Treating. Aptly named since the Trick was to find parking, and the only Treat I got was when I walked my rumpus over to the Cheesecake Factory for some chocolate cookie dough cheesecake because I was not waiting in 15 mile long lines for candy the kids can't eat anyway.

2. Early holiday shopping gone bad. I NEVER EVER EVER should have tried to start shopping early! Liz and I take the kids to Toys R Us. I totally do not calculate the toy to stroller space ratio and Liz ends up with a stuffed pony rocking horse on her lap and the back of my SUV looked like Santa's Sleigh. But I needed to make 1 more quick run into Baby Depot to see if they had sippy cups with straws. So Liz stays in the car with the kids and off I dash. I come back out, get in the truck, and find out the BLASTED battery is dead. I'm pretty sure that if I had been by myself I would have thrown my body on the asphalt and kicked and screamed like a lunatic. But I remained somewhat human, called Drew for a jump, and Liz walked to Arby's to hunt down some milk and mozz sticks to keep a riot from starting in the car seats. Word of advice- don't leave the radio and GPS running if the car is not fully turned on.

3. Haircuts for the kids. By a professional. With little caffeine in my system. Early in the morning. As a walk-in because their hair was starting to resemble a Chia-pet. Enough said.

Weekend adventures...

2007-10-29T19:51:00.000-07:00

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...

2007-10-24T20:34:00.000-07:00

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...

2007-10-22T20:17:00.001-07:00

"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?...

2007-10-19T21:54:00.000-07:00

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

2007-10-14T20:04:00.000-07:00

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?...

2007-10-12T20:53:00.000-07:00

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...

2007-10-06T21:22:00.000-07:00

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.

Chalk..it does a body good...

2007-09-28T21:08:00.000-07:00

Ryan ate bright pink chalk at speech therapy today. He was well behaved the entire time except the last 5 minutes when I had to fish chalk particles out of his mouth while trying to keep him from biting. And it didn't help that I didn't have a sippy cup to wash his mouth out with since he slammed it in the trash can moments prior.

We are sooo getting the boot from therapy.

Small, Medium, Large

"Dominic- you cannot have my bow!"

"Well, then I will just rip it from your head"

"Mommy- does it match?"

"Here- you can have it back"

Trick or Treat- that is the question...

2007-09-24T20:25:00.000-07:00

Dear gawd, what a decision I must make...

Do I take the kiddos trick or treating?

I mean, they will only be 17 months old. If I go door to door, the neighbors will know that the kids aren't eating the candy. I will look like a candy pimp.

(insert visual of me hiding in the closet with empty Smartie wrappers at my feet and Reese Cup remnants around my mouth)

But I have to show them off in their costumes. After all, as Dena and I discussed today, there is only a small window of opportunity to dress them in cute furry animal costumes before they want to pick out their own.

I just won't eat the candy. I will take it to work. Well, except maybe the Milky Ways...or the Almond Joys, definetely not the Almond Joys...well, better keep the Lifesavers too....ok, I promise to take the crappy peanut butter chewy candy in to work.

Last Halloween...

Are you kidding me?...

2007-09-19T19:54:00.000-07:00

"Lesbian sues over IVF twins" - Sydney Morning Herald

I begin to step upon my soapbox...

ARE YOU FREAKIN" KIDDING ME???

Oh dear-here she goes about to spew a gasket...

"A lesbian woman felt violated and devastated when she learned she was pregnant with twins, after she had told a Canberra obstetrician she wanted only one child through IVF, a court heard yesterday.
In what is believed to be the first case of its kind in the ACT, the former Canberra woman and her female partner are suing obstetrician and gynaecologist Sydney Robert Armellin for the wrongful birth of one of their twin girls, now aged three, claiming more than $400,000 for the cost of raising her to the age 21."

Are you EFFING kidding me?

" "I remember sitting on the couch and feeling devastated, absolutely devastated," the 40-year-old mother said.
She and her partner, who were living in Watson at the time, had planned to go to England after the birth, but their plans were scrapped when they discovered they would be having twins, jeopardising their careers, relationship and health.
She suffered pre- and post-natal depression, could work only a few hours at a time because of the pain, and she and her partner needed relationship counselling for about 18 months."

What? WHAT?

Now they are trying to hide behind the argument that it was the RE's negligence at transferring 2 embryos when they only wanted ONE CHILD.

HEY DUMBASSES- what would you have done if only one was transferred and it split? Who would you sue then? Mother Nature?

This is not Vend-A-Child. There are no guarantees with IVF.

And another thing- why hide behind anonymity? I hope the judge rules that you can't. How selfish are you to put the feelings of the "unwanted" twin, the extra child that you never requested, aside? How self centered are you?

I'm sure the media coverage of this will be make a great addition to this poor child's baby book.

It's a giant conspiracy...

2007-09-17T19:38:00.000-07:00

I am no parenting expert by far. But, on a good day, half my brain is working and common sense seems to always have my back. So how this happened I have no idea.

I think I may have screwed up the kids feet.

In my defense, it is hard to buy shoes when they can't tell you if they are too tight, pinch, etc. There were no toes hanging off the edges, and I did the little toe press thing that shoe salesmen seem to do.

Apparently I was not a shoe salesman in a previous life.

Dominic- wearing size 3- should be in a 4
Aspen- wearing size 1- should be in a 2.5
Ryan- wearing a 4- should be in a size 5.5 WIDE

I think that GEOX, Primigi and Umi have all banned together and changed sizing so that when you think that you have been smooshing your children's toes in corset like shoes, you don't even notice the $65.00 price of each pair because you are so blinded by mommy guilt.

The gig is up- us foot cramming mommies are on to the game, the hustle, the dark underbelly world of children's shoe sizing. So next time, you can totally buy my silence with a coupon.

I'm just going to start handing out pamphlets...

2007-09-15T20:40:00.000-07:00

It's Circle of Friends time at Gymboree. And those who know me well knew I was going to be spending a ridiculous amount of money there- since I get an additional 30 % off this weekend. So after some lunch grub, Liz and I pack up the trio and head to Fashion Show mall.

I learned today that I hate Fashion Show mall.
I also learned today that you have to have an advanced degree in engineering to figure their floor layout.
I also learned today that they must hate infants, since they tuck the elevator back in the corner of some alcove between Upper level 1 and Upper level 1.5 or however those nuts have named them.

What was planned to be a quick mission of Gymboree, Janie and Jack, TCP and Coach (thrown in for good measure) took 4.5 HOURS.

Why? WHY??? WE WERE STOPPED BY EVERY FOREIGN TOURIST IN VEGAS. I do not speak Italian/Spanish/Portuguese/Korean or one language that I may guess to say was ..forget it...I'm not even sure. Therefore, I am unable to answer your questions so all I can do is smile and nod. Smile and nod, nod and smile. I have whiplash from today and my cheeks hurt. Perhaps I am just used to Americans who stop, point, ask questions, shake their head and mutter under their breath that A: I must have my hands full or B: Thank goodness it's me and not them as they walk away. But they do not touch.

Tourists touch. Ok- that may not seem fair. Perhaps the ones I ran into today are just nicer than what I am used to. BUT BACK AWAY FROM THE STROLLER. Consider us a moving zoo. Do not touch or feed the inhabitants.

I should get a sign. And a pamphlet that I can just hand out as I whiz my way though the mall.

1. Yes- they are triplets
2. Yes - 2 boys and 1 girl
3. No- they are not identical
4. Yes- they were born on the same day

What I learned on my summer vacation...

2007-09-12T19:48:00.000-07:00

1. If mosquitoes are supposed to die 3 days after biting someone, I single-handedly wiped out at least 100 of those little effers
2. Scratching mosquito bites like your life depended on it only makes them itch more.
3. Scratched up mosquito legs are not attractive
4. I can consume a very large amount of cream of crab soup, and still have room at the end of the week for more.
5. Picking crabs is still vile and disgusting, but as long as I don't focus on the "mustard"- it's all ok
6. I have zero desire to move back to Maryland
7. Humidity sucks
8. I really miss my MD friends
9. I really miss living 10 minutes from Ikea
10. There are REALLY big crickets in MD
11. Really big crickets scare the heck out of me.
12. I have ALOT of crap at my mom's still.
13. Drew had ALOT of crap at my mom's also.
14. Dominic is scared of grass, but will eat a bug
15. Aspen has a very high pain threshold, evidenced by her ear piercing experience
16. Ryan loves to point at trees and say "Ta"
17. I must find a secret place in my house to hide my butterscotch krimpet stash
18. People will clap when a crying baby finally falls asleep on a plane.
19. You cannot sleep on the red-eye if holding an infant.
20. Humidity makes things expand - causing me to have to ship 11 boxes home....or maybe I did too much shopping :)

Oh Luuucy - we're hoooome...

2007-09-10T21:26:00.000-07:00

I'm tired, jet lagged, and sore from sitting in a plane for waaay too many hours and running the 2 mile dash through the Phoenix airport coutesy of US Air who awarded us a flight delay which led to 20 minutes between connecting flights and some unhappy b*tard who courteously changed the gate assignment from A26 to B2.

So I here are some more pics to buy me some time until my sharp wit and sense of humor returns.

Various vacation pics...

2007-09-07T08:39:00.000-07:00

Ryan and favorite cousin Z

Dominic

Ryan wondering where his dinner is...

Dominic trying to figure out how to jump in the BayDrew telling Ryan not to show Dominic how to jump into the Bay

Aspen Goofy girl!
Aspen loving the fact she can sit in highchairs again

Dominic

Aspen

Aspen loves grass!

Damn skeeters!...

2007-09-03T18:48:00.001-07:00

I have 14! mosquito bites. 14! Little biting b-tards! Drew has zero, zilch, nada.

My mom lives 10 minutes from Ikea- so Drew, the trio and I went so I could have my swedish "no directions included" furniture fix. I also sent him to Best Buy tonight for a disk reader so I could get all the pics off my digital camera.

Every cookout needs a pea pod cake

Ryan and his favorite cousin Z with the cool pink hair

"What the heck is this green stuff??? GET ME OFF OF IT!!!"

"Someone just fed me cake"

Daddy's girl

We're here!!!

2007-09-02T05:56:00.000-07:00

We made it to Baltimore! Aside from the farting Rabbi next to me, and the drunk couple with a tiny bladder next to Drew, the flight went well. The kids slept the whole time, and I didn't even have to give them Benadryl.

Now, crazy rental car bus driver is another story. He apparently was not pleased with his career choice that morning and decided to drive the giant Enterprise bus around the airport like he was training for a new career in Nascar.

So we pick up the rental car (minivan-gasp!) and pile on in. I turn on the radio on to my all time favorite station and something does not sound right- it's all Spanish.

For all my MD/DC/VA readers- what the HELL happened to WHFS 99.1???

So now I am running around trying to find a car connector for my iPod.

Drew and I have already consumed enough crab items to last the next four years, and enough Dunkin Donuts to probably turn us both into instant diabetics. Next on the list- butterscotch krimpets!

MEME - thanks Dena!

2007-08-31T12:05:00.000-07:00

I got tagged. So I have to do this thing called MEME
1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.
2. Each player starts with eight random facts/stories about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules.
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog

Ok...here it goes....

1. When I was eight I got bit by a horse. "Pepe" the horse across the street to be exact. No one told me the "palm down" feeding method.
2. I can't whistle, and couldn't figure out how to blow a bubble until into my teens. I would fake it by sticking my tongue into the gum to make a bubble.
3. I can't swim.
4. I never flew on a plane until my honeymoon.
5. I have been stung by a jellyfish and didn't realize it until hours later. And trust me- I do not have a high pain threshold, so how I missed that- I have no idea.
6. I found out I was originally a twin, when I was 20 years old.
7. I took Spanish. Latin and German concurrently my freshman year of high school, and can't remember a lick of any of it.
8. I broke 2 of my firm dating rules when I met my husband- never date anyone you work with or meet in a bar. I met my husband when we worked together..in a bar.

Ok- so...my tagging victims shall be....hmm....Susan M. and Lesley. I will rebel by not picking 8-'cause that's how I am :)

Manners 101 by Ryan

2007-08-29T20:30:00.000-07:00

Every parent that I know has every intention of having mannerly children. I am no different. So I was extremely overjoyed to hear that Liz taught them proper responses to the greeting "How do you do?" When you say that to them, they stick their right hand out to shake.

HOWEVER, my euphoria was fleeting when I later learned that RYAN shoved a french toast stick in Dominic's ear. Not very mannerly if you ask me.

So Ryan may need a refresher course in what food items are unacceptable to cram in ear canals.

Do you know what time it is???

2007-08-26T22:14:00.000-07:00

It's GYMBUCKS time!!! Whoopee!!! Yep, that's right- you only need to take one guess where I was today!

And the procrastinator in me still has not packed, or begun to pack, for our vacation. But I did take the plastic off my new luggage. So I guess I did get something constructive done:)

oh- and tried unsuccessfully for a new group shot.

Sniff Sniff.....

2007-08-25T21:00:00.000-07:00

I sold my Triple Decker :(

I loved that stroller. It was so easy just to pop the car seats right on it without removing the trio from the infant carriers. It went to a lovely couple who seem like the kind of folks that will treat it well, take it on walks to the park, keep it tidy and clean, and hopefully love it as much as I did.

So, I let the TD have one last hurrah in the garage with the other strollers. They had their own little stroller party. Little does the Inglesina know that it's on its way out - looks great- but damn is that thing a monster. Oh, and my Combi single stroller was unable to attend since it was in the back of Drew's truck.

I think I need Strollers Anonymous.

Not a happy camper...

2007-08-19T21:37:00.000-07:00

This week has been rough. Aspen is just plain miserable. Her leg is swollen from being smooshed in the cast, and her hips are tight so she cries when you move her. The Ortho told us to be very aggressive with her PT, and she has no restrictions. I have been doing PT daily and based on her reactions, I definitely think I got kicked off her Christmas card list. I gave her a really good workout in the pool yesterday, to which she repayed me by crying every 2 hours throughout the night.

Buh Bye Cast!

2007-08-14T20:03:00.000-07:00

No more smelly cast! Wow, I can't believe it has been 12 weeks already. Of course, when they cracked that funky thing open, you would have thought she had it on for 12 months. She had FOOD stored in it. How she got food down this thing is beyond me. Thankfully I had my smart hat on yesterday and grabbed a washcloth before we left the house so I was able to de-funk her a tad in the office.

She screamed the whole time they cut it off. Hell- I would have too. I must have had a look of sheer fear on my face when the nurse aka "Jason" fired that saw up. She must have realized I had no color on my face so she showed me how it doesn't cut skin. Well, her exact words were "It's not supposed to cut skin". Yeah- still doesn't make me feel better -but thanks.

Anyway, Aspen's term in smelly cast is done. Now she gets a hip abduction cast to sleep in at night only. But she is really stiff right now, so we are working on some PT exercises with her to loosen her up. Pretty soon she will be giving Dominic and Ryan some fierce playroom competition :)

Before

After (doesn't she looked thrilled?)

Walking at Nana's...

2007-08-11T10:46:00.001-07:00

Ryan fell in love with one of those can cooler kooshie thingies...

Fun at Nana's house...

2007-08-11T10:26:00.001-07:00

"I'm being a good girl"

"I can make LOTS of fingerprints on this!"

"Nooo, we are NOT raiding the fridge. Ryan is just practicing his chin-ups and I'm spotting."

"Dominic, let me show you how to bang this on the slate table."

Smelly cast, smelly cast....

2007-08-06T19:23:00.000-07:00

7 more days until Aspen's cast comes off!

You thought the hole in the ozone layer was big now- just wait until we crack this bad boy off of her. Thank goodness it is only a few more days because she is starting to have a "scent". Interesting facts about casts during the last 11 weeks that I have learned...

1] Gore-tex lining does not mean she can get wet- nope- the doctor looked at me like I lost my mind when I asked her if she could go swimming. HELLOOO- isn't that why I paid for the Gore-tex "upgrade"?

2] Casts will generate poop blow-outs. Never ever ever had she blown dynamite out her Pampers. Until the cast.

3] Cotton quickly absorbes poop.

4] It is very hard to cut poopy cotton off a cast.

Somewhere over the rainbow...

2007-08-03T18:21:00.000-07:00

Ryan likes crayons. Actually, to be more specific, Ryan like marigold and blue crayons. Oh, and some special glitter crayon (I don't remember glitter crayons- we got jipped).

More specifically, Ryan likes to eat crayons. Because at speech therapy today, instead of sorting the crayons and fake oreo cookies, Ryan missed the memo and chewed the crayons. So after the therapist chased him down, I got to fish Crayola particles out of his mouth.

Oh, what a colorful diaper awaits me.

Martha who???...

2007-07-30T19:39:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I amaze myself with the things I can do with a staple gun and some hot glue. World issues could probably be solved with just a couple of staples and 900 degree glue.

My newest creation...

It's a board for all of Aspen's bows! All 1 million of them! I have reached new levels of organization!

Now once you snap back to reality from my sheer brilliance and handiwork :) go over and meet my friend Dena. We were due 2 days apart and she kept me sane by putting up with all my neurotic symptom over analyzing and addiction to pregnancy tests. She warned me about not so great maternity wear choices (if only I had listened) and always reminded me to drink more water :). Now she has entered blogland and there is no turning back. muhahaha :)

My newest obsession...

2007-07-28T20:28:00.000-07:00

It's all about the bling.

Since I have made sure that Aspen has bows to match all her outfits, I decided that she needed bracelets. And because I can NEVER do anything low key- I have already made 20. I now own enough beads to create a snazzy 90's retro prom dress.

"Mommy made me a bracelet- let me get a look at this thing."

"WHAT! No diamonds???"

Go Eat Honey!!!

2007-07-27T18:42:00.000-07:00

I have all three kids in speech therapy on Fridays. Even though they are only 14 months, I'd rather be ahead of the game then have to play catch up. They had their eval last week and they all scored right where they need to be for the most part. However, since it is private therapy, and Aspen already gets PT and OT there---well, they accepted them.

Apparently I did not talk until I was 3- my mother said I haven't shut up since.

Anyway...

While I am there, the therapist asked me how they were doing on sippy cups. Oh, you mean the formula filled missiles they like to throw? So she goes and grabs the "I wish I had thought of that" sippy cup. The Honey Bear Cup

It is an empty honey bear with tubing for the straw. My first thought was "No way in hell could this possibly work." Wrong. Ryan, the main culprit behind sippy cups tossing LOVED it. He started using the straw right away. Yippee!

So I can either order them already made, or I can start eating alot of honey and send Drew to Home Depot for the tubing. However, since I hate honey, and Drew would come back with not only the tubing, but solar screens (our energy solution), a new drill, and other man stuff- it might be cheaper just to order them.

Bad ideas when trying to conserve electricity...

2007-07-25T19:41:00.000-07:00

Some attempted energy conserving ideas that just didn't pan out...

1] Shaving your legs in the dark- just don't do it unless you or your spouse are trained in applying tourniquets or stitches in a jiffy.

2] Scrounging for a snack in your pantry - especially if there is the possibility that the bagel you are trying to make can be mistaken for blueberry, when in fact, those "blueberries" are actually mold spores.

3] Bubble baths in the dark - unless you want to miss the tub and slip, thus causing very sharp tile edge to bang into shin, causing a very unsightly 5 inch long bruise.

But- the good news is that it did rain- complete with thunder and LIGHTENING. So we used the lightening as natural light :) Seriously- we have turned all the lights off in the house- it looks like a bomb shelter. Even though we did change all the bulbs to those funny looking energy conserving ones last year. I think I may move into my car since with my newly tinted windows and high powered A.C- I should be set.

Now I understand why my father would always yell at me to turn off lights when I was a kid and shut the door when the air was on. Apparently I really AM trying to cool the neighborhood now.

Cotton- the next food group...

2007-07-19T19:44:00.000-07:00

"Hey Mommy- can you feed this kid so he stops eating my shirt?"

I would also like to send a bit of gratitude to the nice folks at Nevada Power for making me realize that I am an energy hog. Shame on me- that's right- punish me by whipping me back into energy conservation with a bill that included numbers such a 6,3,8- in that precise order. Who are we kidding? Why call it a bill? WHY NOT CALL IT A FINE!!! So I have ran around the house unplugging anything that could be using 1 teeny ounce of electricity, jacking up the thermostat, and even unplugged the charger to Drew's toothbrush. He will just have to use a manual one and suffer. Now I must go eat everything in my fridge 'cause I'm turning it off and surviving on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to conserve energy until September.

Acrobats, ketchup and utensils...

2007-07-18T21:20:00.001-07:00

In the last 3 days...

1] When the boys wake up in the morning, I put them together in 1 crib so they can play for a bit. As I am standing in the doorway, Dominic climbed ON TOP of Ryan, leaned over and FLIPS feet over head out of the crib. And it is already lowered. Now I understand why triplet moms are big fans of crib tents. (note to self- find crib tents)

2] Ryan stole silverware from Red Robin yesterday. We found them underneath his seat in the stroller. I made Drew go in and return them. I refuse to encourage his little crime spree.

3] I learned the meaning of Murphy's Law. I wore a white shirt to work today, only to splat ketchup on it- more specifically - RIGHT ON MY BOOB. It looked like a nipple massacre with a spork.

Happy Birthday DaDa!

2007-07-17T21:13:00.000-07:00

Saturday was Drew's birthday so we gathered up the trio, Liz and our adopted family member Richard (Drew's buddy from college) and went to Maggiano's at the Fashion Show. The kids were very well behaved and took quite a liking to avocado (blech).

coming soon... banned from Red Robin, biting, and pole vaulting crib disasters...

Seeking a new pediatrician...

2007-07-13T20:29:00.000-07:00

Because the one I go / went to has an office staff that SUCKS. I have never dealt with a bigger group of bozos in my entire life. Stupid, idiotic, half brained dumb-asses.

It all started when my OT suggested to have the trio come in for speech evals. Well, in order to do so, they told me that I needed to get a referral. Which, I have never had to do since I have a PPO, but whatever. Every time I am at the Peds, they give me referrals for unknown reasons like the have a quota to meet. A few examples of the new level of stupidity they have reached:

1] I called to make the 12 month check up appointment a month in advance. The bozo on the phone asks if it will be a sick visit. WTF??? I told her that if anything changed in the next 4 weeks I would let her know.

2] Sends over a fax to Aspen's neurologist requesting that they schedule an appointment for an eval. They listed me as the patient. When the neuro called- it was quite an interesting conversation.

3] Tried to tell me that Synagis shots received in February would last until the end of April. It's a 30 day shot. Counting is not one of the job requirements apparently.

So I called yesterday to get this referral at 8:30 am. Dumbass #1 says no problem- she will have the Dr fax it over. Ok -fine. When I called at 5:12pm to follow up, Dumbass #2 tells me the Dr. doesn't do them, some other dipsh!t in their office does, but that I don't need one because I have a PPO. After I explain to her that it is a requirement from the therapy center, she says the doctor will fax it over that night. What happened to dipsh!t referral moron she just referred to?

So I call the therapy center today and they don't have it. I called back to the Peds office, got a different jackass on the phone who said maybe they can do it today. Oh no, it was that precise moment that I decided to ruin someone's day. Give the office manager now!

So the head dumbass gets on the phone and says that I don't need one blah blah blah. After I explain again that they are requiring one, she proceeds to tell me that they can take up to a week. This is the moment that I decided to enlighten her in a not so nice way about her inadequacies in educating her office staff since obviously they did not know this little rule. She then proceeded to apologize to me, and I let her know her apology was worthless, much like her and her staff.
Thankfully for her, I hung up on her before I could recommend where she could stick her apology and give her a referral for a proctologist.

It's official...

2007-07-10T21:25:00.000-07:00

The triplets will be invading Baltimore! Yep, I did it. I booked flights for Drew, Liz and myself for the 1st week of September, with kiddies on our laps. Please let them sleep thru the flight!

In other news...

The 2007 Peg Perego Triplette stroller, complete with steering wheel, will be joining our family!!!

I'm so excited! I think I just might love it as much as Drama loves her Stella :)

6 went out, 5 came back...

2007-07-06T16:57:00.000-07:00

It is hot in Vegas. Hot as hell. Only, I think hell might just be a tad cooler right now.

Anyway- because the 60% Gymboree sale ends Saturday, and I had to go over to Henderson anyway, why not stop at the Galleria and enjoy the fruits of all the hardworking sale creators at Gymboree and partake in their lovely Gymbucks promotion?

We left the house with 6 shoes. We returned with 5. Now there is a good chance perhaps one of them melted off between the car and the front door of the mall. And considering that when the 2nd shoe was returned by the lovely lady in Gymboree, and Dominic somehow had gotten ahold of a pair of shocking pink flip flops, I think it was all part of his master plan.

Happy 4th of July!

2007-07-04T13:21:00.001-07:00

Boogers

2007-07-03T19:05:00.000-07:00

An entire post about boogers.

My kids create the LARGEST boogers I have ever seen in an infant's nose. Giant hard crusted particles of snot. They are not stuffy, so I have no idea where the ingredients for these alien balls of slime come from. Solid chunks of snot that would take you eye out if hit by one in a snot shot battle.

I went to grade school with a grungy little boy who would always pick his nose and try to rub it on the girls. And we always picked on him (no pun intended).

PLEASE DON'T LET THIS BE KARMA!

Boys will be boys...

2007-07-02T22:40:00.000-07:00

Brotherly love... how sweet

Lasted an entire 2 minutes...

The Exorcist and Coconut Bra girl...

2007-06-30T18:36:00.000-07:00

Drew and I decided to take the trio to the Miracle Mile shops at the Planet Hollywood casino. 1] they have a Baby Gap, 2] We wanted to try an overpriced not so tasty cheeseburger at Cheeseburger Las Vegas. So we feed them a gourmet lunch of split pea and ham soup, and carrots. All was flying along smoothly until Dominic projectile vomited.

At the precise moment that poor unaware Baci was standing. right..under..the..highchair table.

Pea soup covered chihuahua, 2 triplets in hysterics, 1 triplet covered in pea soup.

So after power washing the dog and Dominic, we got them dressed and headed out. We reached the restaurant and sat down to enjoy a nice family lunch. Then over came Coconut Bra girl. Well, let's just say that Dominic stared. And I mean stared like he knew what he was looking at. Right at the plastic coconut covered twins. She was selling leis for the Susan G. Komen organization. She asked us if we wanted to get lei'd, and then my otherwise non-comedic husband decided to tell her that was how we ended up with triplets. Har Har Har snicker snicker. Then whipped the wallet out so fast I thought he might have broke his wrist.

So, I REALLY need him to help me work in the other garage. Anyone have a plastic coconut bra I can borrow?

"Daddy- are those real coconuts?"

Totally unimpressed with the indoor thunderstorm show.

GIANT lizards and other things...

2007-06-27T21:34:00.000-07:00

I do not like crawly things. They scare me. The other day, I went outside to walk to the mailbox. As I walked towards the gate, a GIANT 6 inch lizard ran across the path towards the front door. Then the GIANT thing jumped up on the door like it was going to ring the door bell. I am frozen with fear at this point. How do I get back in the house? Am I going to have to wrestle this thing to the ground? Finally, he scurried away.

I ran in the house, thankful that I did not get attacked by this thing. All of a sudden, a freakin' dust tornado comes thru (if you live in the desert, you know what I am talking about). This thing FLIPPED over my patio table, tossed chairs into the pool, and flung my umbrella into the neighbor's house across the street. My thought? HA HA- GIANT lizard is probably somewhere in Massachusetts by now. Whew!

Nope

GIANT lizard came back, and brought a friend. So now I have GIANT lizard and his buddy chilling out in my sideyard like some weird reptilian vacation.

I need a Flowbee...

2007-06-24T22:05:00.000-07:00

Ryan and Dominic have started to resemble Chia pets. So, after stuffing them full of fruit on hopes of giving the full tummy sedation, I broke out the scissors. Not professional haricutting shears. Nope, the smallest pair I had were safety scissors from Target. Cross your fingers.

I think it went well... In 2 weeks, the bald spots will hardly be noticeable.

Before...

After...

"Don't even think about getting those scissors near me Mommy!"