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.