Like Living in a Foreign Country

Living with 18 month old triplets is a bit like living in a foreign country. I can understand little bits of what they are trying to tell me, and I understand a little more each day, but I never fully get the whole conversation. At times it's even comical. Three toddlers pointing and yelling "tat," otherwise known as "that." It can be a very cute thing to witness, until the crying starts because I don't know what they are pointing at. Then the chaos begins. I start pulling toys off of the shelf at random, each time asking "is this what you want?" And of course each time the answer is an emphatic "No!" We get to the last of the toys on the shelf and they turn and start pointing at another area of the room. You see, they really didn't want anything on the shelf. They just like to see me scramble and suffer a bit. We know who's in charge in this house, and they're all under three feet tall!


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Jigglers

We gave the kids Jello Jigglers for the first time the other day. They did enjoy playing with them, not everyone enjoyed eating them!! All three needed a bath after their jello fun!

Six Little Shoes

This morning after breakfast our children were all trying very hard to say "shoe" while pointing feverishly at the shelf where the shoes are kept. Our youngest daughter (I love saying that because she's one minute younger than our oldest daughter) was saying something that sounded more like shit than shoe. Let's just hope she figures out how to pronounce that one correctly soon.

So, we put the shoes on them and they went on their merry way playing and destroying the house as usual. It was a little weird though, because our son usually is tearing at his feet to get the shoes and socks off. He absolutely hates them. Until today. He was perfectly fine having them on his feet, and even got mad at me for taking them off when I went to put him down for a nap. I explained that we don't wear shoes to bed. He didn't seem to understand. I guess that's expecting a little much from a 17 month old.

Free time?

Is any time really ever free time when you have triplets? The answer: no. We were lucky enough this weekend to have my in-laws watch the trips. Instead of relaxing and doing things that I enjoy, I got to move a refrigerator, change two light fixtures and a door knob, fix a dropped ceiling and patch a wall. Oh, and run a water line for the icemaker that's in our new refrigerator that should be here on Thursday.

All of these things needed done (some for several years). It just made me realize how difficult life with the trips can be. On any given day, I can't guarantee that I'll have the time to do any of the things I accomplished this weekend with the trips running circles around my feet.

And so I am also reminded of how lucky I am to have family who are brave (crazy) enough to watch the trips for entire weekends. Thank you Mom and Dad!


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Playtime with the trips

Another quick video, this one of our morning playtime session. The original video is about an hour long. I managed to speed it up so it's just under 3 minutes. Enjoy!

Breakfast with the Trips

This is a quick video of me feeding the trips their breakfast. Enjoy!!!