Dominic's favorite song

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

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...

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

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....

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?...

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....

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....

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....

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!

NO PALIN!!!

Yippee!!!

Picture Day...

Yes- I pimp my kids for candy...

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?

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...

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?

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!

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!

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!

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

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...

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.