Lewis and the Triplets

Can you tell these two apart?
We can't (unless they are sitting on a scale or the light is just right and they are turned the right way).

The trio in a rare moment of unified contentness

In an uncommon moment all three are awake, not crying, dressed, not eating, and in the same spot.

The first whole family outing;
We finally did it. We went out to a restaurant. All eight of us. Grandma and Grandpa Price, Lewis, the triplets, Alex and Carolyn. Not sure if it was due to cabin fever, being stuck in the house while the weather outside it gorgeous, or if it was that all the cooks were tired, or perhaps we were just exhausted to cleaning up yet another mess. We went to the baby-friendly Red Robin burger restaurant. While the average person may not know it takes a special place to fathom taking little kids to; especially four little kids. It has to 1. Be loud (so as to drown out your babies crying) 2. Be fast (Lewis can shred the menu and everything on the table before most waiters come around) and 3. Have high chairs and car seat slings (three babies in car seats do not go well on a table or on the floor). The eight of us survived unscathed with only minor crying, quickly remedied with a pacifier, and only four oogling passerbies asking if they really were triplets. After that succesful outing we are pondering where to go eat next.

Tia Natalia

My fabulous sister has just finished her tour of duty. She arrived June 1st just a day after the triplets were born and helped with everything for the last nine weeks. And everything is a handful and a half when caring for three at once. She dealt with diaper blowouts that left her intimately familiar with the warmth of poo on her legs. She learned to cook for a one year old and hide his veggies in microscopic pieces. She learned to wear shirts with spit up. She dealt with sleepless nights when all three didn't want to sleep through Alaska's midnight sun. She cleaned, washed, cooked, rocked, played, fed, changed, and sang her way through what few will ever deal with. Oh, and she even taught Lewis how to do Yoga. We are eternally grateful, even if we don't seem it in our exhausted stupor. After this tour of duty I doubt any future baby caring will faze her.
My parents are here now. Not sure if the reality of all the work has hit them yet. They are proud of the babies but have suggested to me that I keep my pants zipped up.

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Lewis and his friend Bryce

Alex, Pop, Snap, and Crackle

So I posted a mere two pictures on Facebook yesterday. Holy Cow! There were a lot of responses. I am impressed with how Facebook has sucked in so many people, myself included, into its little world. I'm still trying to keep it at bay, not have it absorb more of my seconds of free time, but it keeps reeling me in like a rubber necker at an accident.