Friday, July 24, 2009
While it seems nothing is changing in our world of the eternal diaper change, a few little things are. The triplets are starting to hold their heads up. They stay awake for longer periods of time, sometimes to our tired dismay, The are pooping some serious diaper filling poops. They cry with a more blood curdling intensity. And they are growing. Miles has reached the 7 lb mark this week. Having started at 4lbs 15 oz. he is growing well. He will need to pack on more weight if he wants to catch his sisters who are now 8lb 3oz (Ruby) and 7lbs. 11oz (Sage).
Grandma Price has also arrived to the rescue. Not that we are drowning in diapers and bottles but mostly it is nice to have another set of arms to hold crying babies. Our tolerance for crying infants has grown tenfold now that being outnumbered often means one baby has to wait till a set of arms is free to help. Dad arrives this weekend and we may even get a chance to leave the house on rare occasion...
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Hatcher Pass
Suzanne's Farewell party
Saturday, July 4, 2009
4th of July
We got out of the house today. Huge accomplishment for parents of triplets. It took us 2 hours to get the kids and ourselves out the door for a picnic. The day was gorgeous, the people watching was good, and the babies well behaved. We even ran across the other set of triplets that were born the day before our triplets. Those triplets were in a fancy triplet stroller. We had our babies in two strollers and in slings across our bellies. Incognito. Some people spotted us but most were too distracted by the large crowds. In comparison pushing a triple stroller seemed like walking around topless or pulling along a string of cats, an attention magnet. Anyway, we had a good time, ate a good picnic, and got out of the house which seems to have us in its grips most days.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Hard Day
The girls decked out in the outfits Aunt Lucy sent them.
We are still guessing the girls might be identical. We can only tell them apart now by a tiny birthmark.
Not sure how I made it through the day. The crying didn't affect me much the first 30 minutes or so. After an hour I felt my stress levels rise and my annoyance rise with it. After four hours I was mental toast. No, I wasn't standing there doing nothing. I was doing all I knew how; check the diaper, check if hungry, check if cold, check if lonely or bored. The kid screamed bloody murder almost the whole time, even with my finger in his mouth. He is crying at this very moment, in fact, thank goodness someone else is trying to deal with him. Mom isn't having much luck with him either. The culprit is Miles. The only thing that has quieted him momentarily is milk. At first I was amazed he didn't tire himself out with crying, but the boy has some endurance! He went 20 timed minutes of screaming without a break. I'm sure someone is going to say "Are you sure the kid isn't sick?" No, I'm not 100% sure but I'm 90% sure he is just making us appreciate his quiet sister more. I'm hoping tomorrow is a quieter day or that I can find my earplugs.
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