These are the days I know that I am undoubtably blessed!
1.27.2007
1.16.2007
Laundry, Laundry, Laundry
Honestly does the laundry ever end? I thought it was bad in the baby days of spit up, but it seems to be getting more and more ridiculous! I guess the kids clothes are getting bigger (unfortunately mine too) and taking up more room in the washer. It also doesn't help that S changes her clothes about 4 times a day. If this is what I have to look forward to with A and C I am done for! Is there such a thing as a professional laundry maid? If so where do I find her and how much does she charge cause I want one! Oh well off to do another load.
1.15.2007
G's Hat Fetish!
Okay I have decided the kid has truly lost it (and so have I for that matter). I spent most of the summer plopping hats on the kids heads to protect their little faces from the sun only to so lovingly in return have the hat thrown back at me with yelling and whining that no one was going to wear the darn things! So when we got several different hats this Christmas from my mom I honestly thought to myself what a waste that would be even though I hoped it wouldn't be so. No one was going to wear them for sure (except maybe S if it happened to match her outfit, little diva!). Well G now has this fetish with hats. Doesn't matter what kind but the kid is constantly wearing one now. I think he might even sleep in them if I let him.
Today I wish I would have snapped a picture because he looked like a little garden nome. You know the one from the Travelocity commercials? He had a stocking cap on pulled up at the top and this impish little grin so proud he can put them on all by himself! I did however snap a picture of him in his big sisters hat. He does not discriminate when it comes to hats. Any apparently will do.
Now what's the likely hood I can get him to wear them this summer? I am guessing the novelty and fetish may wear off by then, but a girl can dream right?
1.08.2007
San Diego
How crazy are we? We finally decided to do a little more California exploring this weekend and ended up in San Diego for the weekend. What an absolutely beautiful city. Honestly if Walter's fellowship had landed us there we may never be leaving California. The weather was perfect and we had a wonderful time. We took the kids to the San Diego zoo and they had a blast running all over the place and checking out the animals (monkeys being the crowd favorite). S even got the chance to feed a giraffe. Of course she would tell you the highlight of our trip was staying in the hotel, silly girl! (even the triplets seemed to really enjoy this temporary home away from home).We are trying to cram in all things California between now and July but I think for sure it will be impossible. One thing we learned on this trip is that I will be flying back to Dallas with the kids come July and not making the long drive with Walter! They were great for the 1st hour in the car (a two hour trip to San Diego), but come the second hour they were bored to death and so the whining started. Other than the car drive though it was a great time.
1.03.2007
The Rose Parade
Okay so there are some definite advantages to living in California that we will truly miss. For one the amazing weather. The last few days the highs have been in the low 70's. Pretty close to perfect. The other is being so close to the world famous Rose Bowl and all that goes along with it. Yesterday we got to get up close to all the amazing floats that were in the Rose Bowl Parade. Each year after the parade they park the floats on Sierra Madre Blvd (the end of the parade route) and open it up to people to come and see them (2 miles of road lined with floats). Words cannot describe the amount of work that goes in to these floats. The detail and enormous amount of natural material is truly something everyone should get the chance to see at least once.
What made yesterday more special is that I got to meet up with some other triplet mom's from around the LA area. We were a sight to see for sure. People weren't quite sure what to think of us. Were we a daycare? Oh my gosh sextuplets (mind you my friend Steff and I have very different looking kids who are a year older!) and lots of other interesting comments and questions, but the kids were oblivious to all the onlookers and enjoyed the day.
Days like this are when we realize we have really grown to love California and although we can't wait to be back "home" in Texas we are really going to miss it here.
12.28.2006
Our Life with the triplets and their big sister
Okay I have finally decided to start recording some of the strange and crazy things that go on in this house of ours. Our days consist of lots of laughter, hugs and kisses, fighting and some days down right chaos, but we wouldn't have it any other way. So I will give it a go. Hoping to share with our family and friends updates on the kiddos and our "extended vacation" here in Los Angeles set to end in July as we head back to Texas!
9.03.2005
S has a new (terrifying) friend
September 2005
This post could aptly be named Mommy has a Heart Attack!
It's a Saturday morning and W has gone mountain biking and I am home alone with S, A, G and C. We've lived in California all of two months and I am starting to get into a routine (or so I thought). So here I am feeding the triplets and Gretta is barking to be let out so S offers to go to the backdoor to let her out. She yells from the door that she is going out to play. Time ticks by and I don't hear her harassing Gretta as she usually does so I yell from the living room for her and she yells back "I'm still playing". That satisfies me and I go on about my business of burping babies knowing there couldn't be much she could get into in that backyard and Gretta was out there with her just a few short steps away. I get up to go to the front door to grab the newspaper and I never even heard her come in. I turn to see S and then I see IT. The big furry IT she was holding in her hand right above C's head. I couldn't think straight. I panicked! What was it? Was it dead or alive? Oh god what would I do if she dropped it? Where is Walter when I need him? Then loud and clear S announces "she's my friend". I began to scream for S to take IT outside (at this point I was guessing IT was a rat but I still wasn't sure because I was still to scared to get a close look). Again my thoughts are interrupted mid scream as S whispers in her loudest whisper "Hush mom you are going to wake my friend she's sleeping." Again I envision her dropping IT on C and dead or alive I was going to actually have to look at it and pick it up. I tried to pull myself together and calmly convince S IT needs to sleep outside. S laid "her" by the backdoor and I prayed whatever SHE was SHE was far enough away I would be able to swing the door shut and so I did. I finally got the nerve to peek out the window to see S's sleepy friend. An opossum, yuck! S was bewildered as to why I was so crazy. I kept thinking oh my god opossum, what if it's playing possum? Then I freaked and drug S to the sink to wash her hands in antibacterial soap. I called my mom in tears begging her to tell me what to do. (The fact that she was 2000 miles away didn't matter I wanted my mommy). All I got from the other end of the line was laughter. I wasn't laughing I was praying for W to come home and rid us of S's sleepy friend. I continued on it panic and decided hand washing was clearly not enough so off to the bath S went and she was scrubbed from head to toe. After the bath S wanted to see if her friend had woken up. Of course my reply included she had to wait for daddy. In the meantime we spoke about not picking up animals in the backyard and all I could think of was how much I hated California (of course I guess this could have happened anywhere). Finally I got the details of what happened and how the opossum came to be her friend. Apparently it had fallen from the tree, Gretta retrieved it and brought to S as a present. At that moment I despised Gretta more than California. Finally W arrives home and I tell him about S's friend. He opens the door and screams like a girl. Once he gained his composure next thing I know he has a paper towel and picks up the offending friend up by the tail and chases us around the house with her. Then the talk has to inevitably follow that her sleepy friend had died and that she should never ever pick up or touch an animal without asking mommy or daddy first. So after some discussion S loads up into the car with W to let her dead friend go. I think she ended up in the dumpster behind McDonalds. Well one thing I know for sure is that experience took years off my life and I also realized at that moment S wasn't scared of anything and that terrified me. Now S gets a gentle reminder when she goes into the backyard to not pick up anything. She came in this morning to tell me I need to come see the snake! I cautiously walked into the backyard to see the big "snake" tree limb that S proceeded to pick up and chase Gretta around the backyard gleefully screaming "HISS, HISS". This was one snake I could handle.
This post could aptly be named Mommy has a Heart Attack!
It's a Saturday morning and W has gone mountain biking and I am home alone with S, A, G and C. We've lived in California all of two months and I am starting to get into a routine (or so I thought). So here I am feeding the triplets and Gretta is barking to be let out so S offers to go to the backdoor to let her out. She yells from the door that she is going out to play. Time ticks by and I don't hear her harassing Gretta as she usually does so I yell from the living room for her and she yells back "I'm still playing". That satisfies me and I go on about my business of burping babies knowing there couldn't be much she could get into in that backyard and Gretta was out there with her just a few short steps away. I get up to go to the front door to grab the newspaper and I never even heard her come in. I turn to see S and then I see IT. The big furry IT she was holding in her hand right above C's head. I couldn't think straight. I panicked! What was it? Was it dead or alive? Oh god what would I do if she dropped it? Where is Walter when I need him? Then loud and clear S announces "she's my friend". I began to scream for S to take IT outside (at this point I was guessing IT was a rat but I still wasn't sure because I was still to scared to get a close look). Again my thoughts are interrupted mid scream as S whispers in her loudest whisper "Hush mom you are going to wake my friend she's sleeping." Again I envision her dropping IT on C and dead or alive I was going to actually have to look at it and pick it up. I tried to pull myself together and calmly convince S IT needs to sleep outside. S laid "her" by the backdoor and I prayed whatever SHE was SHE was far enough away I would be able to swing the door shut and so I did. I finally got the nerve to peek out the window to see S's sleepy friend. An opossum, yuck! S was bewildered as to why I was so crazy. I kept thinking oh my god opossum, what if it's playing possum? Then I freaked and drug S to the sink to wash her hands in antibacterial soap. I called my mom in tears begging her to tell me what to do. (The fact that she was 2000 miles away didn't matter I wanted my mommy). All I got from the other end of the line was laughter. I wasn't laughing I was praying for W to come home and rid us of S's sleepy friend. I continued on it panic and decided hand washing was clearly not enough so off to the bath S went and she was scrubbed from head to toe. After the bath S wanted to see if her friend had woken up. Of course my reply included she had to wait for daddy. In the meantime we spoke about not picking up animals in the backyard and all I could think of was how much I hated California (of course I guess this could have happened anywhere). Finally I got the details of what happened and how the opossum came to be her friend. Apparently it had fallen from the tree, Gretta retrieved it and brought to S as a present. At that moment I despised Gretta more than California. Finally W arrives home and I tell him about S's friend. He opens the door and screams like a girl. Once he gained his composure next thing I know he has a paper towel and picks up the offending friend up by the tail and chases us around the house with her. Then the talk has to inevitably follow that her sleepy friend had died and that she should never ever pick up or touch an animal without asking mommy or daddy first. So after some discussion S loads up into the car with W to let her dead friend go. I think she ended up in the dumpster behind McDonalds. Well one thing I know for sure is that experience took years off my life and I also realized at that moment S wasn't scared of anything and that terrified me. Now S gets a gentle reminder when she goes into the backyard to not pick up anything. She came in this morning to tell me I need to come see the snake! I cautiously walked into the backyard to see the big "snake" tree limb that S proceeded to pick up and chase Gretta around the backyard gleefully screaming "HISS, HISS". This was one snake I could handle.
9.01.2005
I'm Just Like Gretta"
September 2005
"Oh Mudder come quick I want to show yous something special" are the words I hear as I look up to see a naked S who's come in from the backyard. I had just finished feeding the babies when S appeared in the doorway completely naked. Of course I'm not completely suprised since as of late S has been stripping everythng off. Anyway she reaches up to gram my hand and lead me into the backyard to show me that "something special". As I stare into the yard trying to figure out what I am suppse to be looking at she says "I'm so proud" and of course I have to ask why? "Look mommy I pooped like Gretta!" Low and behold in the midle of the yard there it was, that something oh so special. A big pile of S's poop! She was just so proud of herself. She continue on to say that she and Gretta pooped together. I got so cracked up as I envisioned the two of them there together in the backyard pooping as she said together. I stuggled looking for the words to say as I tried to hold in my laughter. When I asked S why she hadn't gone on the potty instead (we were right in the middle of potty training) she replied "because I am a dog and dogs poop on the grass." Oh heavens S and her very best friend Gretta had pooped together. Not a phrase I ever expected to hear back in the day I prayed for a sweet baby. Of course we had to get daddy and show him and he too worked hard to hold back the laughter.
Poor Gretta spent the better part of the afternoon trying to figure out who else pooped in her backyard. Then after all was said and done S said "oh I forgot I peed by the lemon tree but you can't see that one." I feel the gray hairs coming in as I type.
"Oh Mudder come quick I want to show yous something special" are the words I hear as I look up to see a naked S who's come in from the backyard. I had just finished feeding the babies when S appeared in the doorway completely naked. Of course I'm not completely suprised since as of late S has been stripping everythng off. Anyway she reaches up to gram my hand and lead me into the backyard to show me that "something special". As I stare into the yard trying to figure out what I am suppse to be looking at she says "I'm so proud" and of course I have to ask why? "Look mommy I pooped like Gretta!" Low and behold in the midle of the yard there it was, that something oh so special. A big pile of S's poop! She was just so proud of herself. She continue on to say that she and Gretta pooped together. I got so cracked up as I envisioned the two of them there together in the backyard pooping as she said together. I stuggled looking for the words to say as I tried to hold in my laughter. When I asked S why she hadn't gone on the potty instead (we were right in the middle of potty training) she replied "because I am a dog and dogs poop on the grass." Oh heavens S and her very best friend Gretta had pooped together. Not a phrase I ever expected to hear back in the day I prayed for a sweet baby. Of course we had to get daddy and show him and he too worked hard to hold back the laughter.
Poor Gretta spent the better part of the afternoon trying to figure out who else pooped in her backyard. Then after all was said and done S said "oh I forgot I peed by the lemon tree but you can't see that one." I feel the gray hairs coming in as I type.
Oh The Tales I Could Tell
So I found a journal I guess I randomly kept years ago while I was cleaning out the closet. I had not seen it in years and like this blog I realized just how random I am when I write but how much I enjoy looking back. I thought what better place to keep it but here so here it is copied and out there for me to look back and reflect on days, months or years from now.
September 2005
Oh the Tales I Could Tell might be the title if I ever decide to write a book someday, but for now a journal (blog) will have to suffice. Raising my 4 little monkies and all their adventures is way too exiticing not to write down. I have kept Grammy, PopPop, Emmy and Pops in stiches with A,G,C & S's antics and at their prompting have decided I need to start writing. There are so many things I know I won't want to forget about raising my little family. S for now could keep me up all night and day writing about her antics-but I am guessing A,G&C's mischievious days aren't too far behind. I am off to bed as midnight quickly approaches but here's a preview of what's to come.
S- "I'm a doggie come look"
"She's my new firend"
But before I go I must share S's favorite new words. I cringe as I write this because there is no telling who you learned them from, but you use them oh so appropriately for a two year old...DAMMIT and BITCHY-yikes! Just for examples sake lets examine, "Dammit Gretta stop barking!" or when you are mad there is the simple but equally effective "DAMMIT". I sat thinking fondly of a recent discussion we had that went something like this...Dammit's a bad word, I shouldn't say Dammit, daddy doesn't like Dammit, dammit makes mommy sad-Oh Dammit! or the Mommy your being Bitchy, seriously where the hell did that (whoops heck) did that come from?
So from now on I am watching what I say. I seriously doubt she learned any of this from that famous big mouse on the Disney Channel :)
September 2005
Oh the Tales I Could Tell might be the title if I ever decide to write a book someday, but for now a journal (blog) will have to suffice. Raising my 4 little monkies and all their adventures is way too exiticing not to write down. I have kept Grammy, PopPop, Emmy and Pops in stiches with A,G,C & S's antics and at their prompting have decided I need to start writing. There are so many things I know I won't want to forget about raising my little family. S for now could keep me up all night and day writing about her antics-but I am guessing A,G&C's mischievious days aren't too far behind. I am off to bed as midnight quickly approaches but here's a preview of what's to come.
S- "I'm a doggie come look"
"She's my new firend"
But before I go I must share S's favorite new words. I cringe as I write this because there is no telling who you learned them from, but you use them oh so appropriately for a two year old...DAMMIT and BITCHY-yikes! Just for examples sake lets examine, "Dammit Gretta stop barking!" or when you are mad there is the simple but equally effective "DAMMIT". I sat thinking fondly of a recent discussion we had that went something like this...Dammit's a bad word, I shouldn't say Dammit, daddy doesn't like Dammit, dammit makes mommy sad-Oh Dammit! or the Mommy your being Bitchy, seriously where the hell did that (whoops heck) did that come from?
So from now on I am watching what I say. I seriously doubt she learned any of this from that famous big mouse on the Disney Channel :)
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