My parenting license may be revoked...

Oh boy.

The parenting police are probably shining theirs cuffs right now.

Ryan had a rough weekend. Ryan is no longer allowed in the Bumbo chair unattended. Ryan can climb out of the Bumbo chair. Ryan fell headfirst into the sink.

IN MY DEFENSE-
1] He loves water
2] He saw water
3] He went for the water while I grabbed Dominic

I need another set of eyes and another arm.
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Note to self #6 - There is a reason that the Triple Decker stroller clearly states on the handle bar "Remove top baby first".

After taking the trio to see Drew at work, Liz and I decided to grab some lunch. After finally getting seated (aka- making it thru the curious folks to our table) I was so flustered that I took Dominic off, then as I lifted Aspen's car seat off, I heard a THUNK.

uh oh

The law of gravity is proven when 17 lb baby makes the stroller top heavy. I swear a silent hush fell over the restaurant. So there is Ryan, in the car seat, triple decker with its front wheel high in the air, looking at me like "What the hell MOM!" and then he proceeded to SCREAM, just for dramatic purposes only.

So I played it off like a stroller malfunction, and not a Mom malfunction, and all was calm in the land again.

Then he got the ultimate revenge. We had 1 last stop- and he broke the CARDINAL RULE.

NO POOPING IN PUBLIC.

Of course the diaper bag was in the car (I mean, after all- mothers of the year like myself tend to leave the diaper bag in the car-DUH). So I send my apologies out to the fellow shoppers on behalf of Prince StinkyPants.

A bonding moment.....

I must find a new pediatrician.

Not that the one I have is bad- he's great.

But thanks to RYAN, he knows way too much about me now.

I have not researched coordination issues with preemies, but I'm pretty sure that Ryan has this skill covered. Especially since he simultaneously yanks my shirt down and kicks my purse off the exam table. So there I am, exposed bra, the contents of my purse splashed out on the floor. The finale? One tube of lipgloss and 1 SUPER absorbant tampon rolling towards the door.

All in front of the pediatrician.

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Some pics of the now 9 month old trio! I can't believe how fast time has flown!

Happiest booger on the block...

For snotting all over the house, Ryan is a happy baby. Just do not attempt to wipe his nose- he is very anti kleenex. And my Purell attempt at keeping Aspen and Dominic germ free has failed miserably. The only healthy thing in the house is the dog. Drew and I even took turns sleeping all day today.

So between sucking boogers out of their noses with that little blue plunger bulb thinga majig, and target practice with the nebulizer since the Ped didn't order the mask, just the mouth piece, I instituted:

OPERATION OUTFITS

They may be sick, but they are well dressed. I am on this obsessive mission to have them wear everything at least once before I get rid of it. Which is why Aspen has been in a dress every day. I have tubs of clothes filled with stuff they never wore, or can no longer fit in that I swear I am going to organize for the Mothers of Multiples yard sale. I'll start tomorrow (or maybe Tuesday-nope, hair appt, looks like Wednesday may have to be the day.....ok- it may never get done).

"I see that kleenex behind your back!"

The vomit monster strikes

I have been VERY VERY VERY lucky thus far for the trio to have avoided colds, snot and hershey diaper explosions.

My streak has ended.

Chunky Monkey aka Ryan has a cold. He has left a trail of snot everywhere. But the finale for the day came in a wave of vomit all over me. 1 entire bottle + rice + bananas. It was one of those moments where you just sit still and think-"Hmm- what the hell do I do now?"

Screaming baby + vomit soaked mom = good times

I had puke in my bellybutton (which, since being pregnant with triplets, has remained the size of a port hole).

So short of quarantining Ryan in his room, I have separated Aspen and Dominic to opposite sides of the playroom, and stocked up on Purell. Tomorrow will be our very 1st sick visit to the Ped. just to be on the safe side.

Poor little guy is sawing logs in the crib right now- I will probably have to chip booger flakes off the sheet before I can even wash it.

Watch out world- here he comes!

Ryan is mobile. Crawling. He has been very good at the belly scoot. But just 10 minutes ago, he just up and did it, all perfectly coordinated with the little knees going and everything.

Even though I am full of bananas with mixed berries, slobber and formula, it does put it into a new perspective.

And though they have not napped, and this weekend was one of those pull your hair out weekends, one fat little diapered bottom made me realize that it's all o.k.

Show me the TEETH!

Ryan has 2 half teeth. I tried in vain to get a picture of them today. Me -vs- 8 month old. I lost.

Ringling Brothers here I come!

If I have predisposed Dominic to having talented toes, then I am afraid I may have set Ryan up for a career in the circus. See, the child is the happiest when he is in his swing. He laughs, he giggles, he sings. Aside from the fact that he goes through sets of D batteries almost once a week, I never thought it was a problem. Or it could be because I call him Chunky Monkey. But yesterday, when we put him in the baby glider, he was trying to grab the overhead bar with both hands. To swing from it? Or to beat me senseless for making him wear a sailor suit in his 2 month pictures? ( Alright, looking back, probably NOT the best choice in attire, since he did look like someone from the Village People). Anyway, the boy is a CLOWN, a certifiable ham and he knows it. Check out the progression from birth to now....