Mom's NOT crazy

The girls are just overwhelmingly growing up. I know that sounds odd...but at 3 years old these triplets seem to be leaping into childhood's next level. Don't get me wrong -- they still return to the two-year-old moments of "Mine!" and "Noooooo!" However, they are growing. It is sometimes scary to me. I'm being completely honest. Our conversations are more intense. They ask all kinds of questions. They communicate with each other in such a grown up way...my husband said the other night "I was listening to (Tiny) and (FunnyGirl) talking to each other and though 'Wow. They are talking really well and they're having real conversations." Even their playtime is maturing. Instead of running with baby dolls and throwing them on the floor, they now understand the concept of nurturing them -- Tiny was always doing this, but now they each place the babies in a bed, neatly cover them, "calm" them, and insist that everyone in the room ...

Tomorrow is a special day in this house. It marks three years since the triplets entered this world ...out of the womb and into that cold operating room...screaming and immediately tossed into the arms of NICU nurses. I remember it all too well -- I was there, you know. Since then life as we know it has completely, totally and absolutely changed. I could make a list of the changes, but if you know us personally or have kept up with the old blogs -- you already know about all of that. As FunnyGirl, Tiny and Goldie enter their third birthday, I have found that I am getting to know them better. Shouldn't a mom -- a stay-at-home mom---know her kids by the time they are three? You'd think, wouldn't you? Unless you're a mom of multiples this makes no sense. With Princess, who is now 5 1/2 -- there was a bond that exists everyday....some say it was because she was nursed or she was without siblings for two and a half years...but I think it is because she was one. And we w...

I missed a whole month of blogging. I hit my peak of insanity in September. Everyone seemed to have an attitude or an issue in my house. The Princess started kindergarten at the beginning of the month. So for two days  a week it is just me and the trio. It has proven interesting. They actually behave a bit better without sissy's interrogation and accusations. I think they feel like they are on an episode of Law and Order most days and Princess is the tough undercover cop. Funny Girl takes over where Princess left off. In case you forget, Funny Girl is the triplet who sucks her thumb when she's tired and has the vocabulary of a six year-old and the sense of humor of someone four times her age. She makes my life VERY interesting. She takes charge immediately when Princess escapes her kingdom. And the funny thing is that Goldie and Tiny follow her commands...a bit better than they do Princess. I think I understand how that happens. Daddy comes home and tells the girls to clean ...

I am convinced that two year-olds are the most selfish, mean-spirited people on the face of the earth. The triplets will turn three in less than two months. But three, as I recall with Princess, isn't a whole lot better. Age four -- that's when they act like tiny adults. Sometimes I think we retreat to terrible twos and selfish threes even when we're much, much older. I have gone through temperment phases. Haven't we all? I have found that as the mom of three soon-to-be three year-olds that my temper had shortened quite a bit. I was getting a lot of headaches and then one day it occurred to me why. I was spending so much time raising my voice, which no doubt raised my blood pressure and heart rate. No wonder my head pounded! Raising one two or three year-old is a challenege. We got through it with Princess...who faired quite well considering her circumstances (she became a sister of triplets halfway through age 2...). Unless you are a triplet mom or worked in the ...

Blue ski hat and Dora sunglasses. Funny Girl was being a "mommy," or so she said. That kid does not surpise me. If it's off the wall she will do it, wear it, say it. Sigh. And now she has a new way of frustrating mommy. When she does not want to eat her food she no longer lets it sit idle in her plate. Oh, no. She puts it in her mouth -- stuffs it, actually. And there it stays. It does not make an escape down the throat. It sits there filling her tiny cheeks. And she sits there too. She refuses to make an effort to swallow. Sigh. We have tried making her sit it out and not leave the table until she does it. That results in up to an hour of stubborness. She sits and says nothing. "Did you swallow it yet?" we ask her. She nods -- lying as only a toddler can...and when we ask her to open her mouth to prove she's telling the truth, the nod turns to a shake of the head. She has sat so long that the saliva builds up in her mouth and she gags. The other night ...

Words flow through this house like confetti. It is a blur of color and confusion most days --- especially in the mornings.  I cannot hear myself think most of the time. Four voices speak at me at the same time -- different voices, different requests and they all want responses - NOW. This morning is one example. While trying to clean up the morning dishes this is what I hear at the same time: Goldie: WAAAHHHH I don't want cream cheeeeese! Waahhhh FunnyGirl: I'm done. Clean me up! TinyTreasure: I want strawberries! Mommeeee! PrincessGrace: What happened to my favorite cereal? Where is it? Mom? Where is it? And then I sigh and shout: (To Princess): I don't know. Just pick something else. (To Funny Girl): Would you just wait?! (To Tiny): Quit yelling at mommy! (To Goldie): You told me a minute ago you wanted cream cheese and that's what you get! Then it all starts again...."Waaaaah!" "Mommmeee help me!" "Mom!" "I don't li...

Ok. I admit it. I analyze everything. I think too much about things. But I guess that is what writers do. And I really think that is what mommys do. Well, most of us, anyhow... A friend sent me a blog about a mommy's plea with Dora to stop annoying her. It was hilarious. It was so funny that it made me think about returning to blogging. And if you read two blogs back you see why. I have to share with you my thoughts about children's shows and the matrimony of sidekicks. All of these have one thing in common. Realtionships. There's Dora and Boots. Elmo and Zoe. Elmo and Mr. Noodle. Elmo and Dorothy the Fish. There's Blue and Steve. There's Bob and Wendy (as in The Builder). And I could go on and on. And then there's Lucy and Ricky and Lucy and Ethel. My kids have found a new interest in old episodes of "I Love Lucy." I had stated on Facebook that not even Dora or Elmo can keep their attention the way these black and white classics from the 1950s...

And so two year-old Funnygirl tells the five-year-old Princess this morning "You need patience, honey." Funny how the two year-old gets that. Patience is hard on a kid. My kids are needless to say, not the best at waiting. The first example is the breakfast table: "Mommmeeeee! I need my cuppy!" "I want my Cheerios!" "Bitie-mans! I need my Bitie-mans!" (translation - vitamins -- which are gummy and look like candy. You'd want one, too.) Princess, as the oldest has struggled with patience the most. And she has learned the most. She had to be patient when mommy spent weeks in teh hospital with those babies in her belly. She had to be patient when we spent ALOT of time feeding those little rascals. She has had to be patient when the triplets are into danger and I need to run to them instead of clasp that toy necklace around her neck. "But mooooom! Help meeeee!" She gets it honest. My sister and I are champion whiners and im...

Yes, my love. I have returned. I missed you. I thought about you. But I just did not have time for you. See, I have other loves in my life...much more important ones. I do not mean to offend you or make you feel unworthy of my time (precious as it is...), but I want you to know you have always held a special place in my heart. And so, as Peaches and Herb sing ..."reunited an it feels so gooood ," I want to embrace the world of blogging again. And for you shallow people who thought I was talking about a real person -- boy, you must have never read any of my former blogs! And now you are in for a treat -- or a travesty . Two things about my blogging that has not changed: I am entitled to my opinion -- agree with it or not/believe in it or not. I talk about my faith freely -- I will not apologize for it. Things that HAVE changed. If you are my friend on Facebook you see pics of the girls all of the time. For the sake of privacy I will not post pics at this time. If you want t...