Mom's NOT crazy

Being a mom is hard. No doubt about it. I have never experienced anything so trying and yet such a blessing rolled into one. Lately I have been asking myself what am I teaching these kids? When I yell at them they are learning to yell at each other. Say what you want about raising your voice to your kids. I believe there are times it is necessary -- in order to startle them from doing something dangerous. But speaking -- and looking into their eyes...I am amazed at how effective that is. Last week I was assigned a passage of scripture for a devotional I write for. I wrote it and was moving on with my day. And then an incident with FunnyGirl happened. I rewrote it. In a nutshell, FunnyGirl got into my perfume. I wanted to yell at her when I gasped and saw her in my room with open bottles. But instead I asked her what she did. She eventually explained she wanted to be like mommy. I then looked over at my Bible on the rocker. There was pen marks in it. Again, I wanted to gasp in horror ...

December is here and gone and I had no tim eto post. If you are a friend of mine on Facebook, you saw the photos that were uploaded for the entire month and just how busy we were! A new year is here and I can't help but think that this is the year Princess turns six and will evntually be in first grade. This is the year the triplets will turn 4 --(I know it's 10 months away). I wa sthinking about that last night while grabbing some clearance items in size 4T for next Christmas. Wow. It was only a year and a half ago Princess was in 4T. Now I am shopping for size 7 for her. Why do these monkeys have to grow up? Also this weekend I have been thinking about growing up for mommy. This past year I have grown in a way that I wish I could write into words. Even though I am a writer I just can't. I scratch my head and try to come up with a way to explain it on Facebook...to explain it outloud...and now on here. But I can't. I learned a little something about love -- agape l...

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 ...