Avery and Lily in a race for a "Wubba" (what we call a paci).
11.27.2007
11.24.2007
Enough is Enough
As we have all said at one time or another in life... enough is enough! I am posting this today in honor of my nephew John Testino. While there are many GT fans out there that I know and love I feel for John since, during my prime "fandom" years I was brought to tears by the exploits of certain dawgs who would snatch a certain victory away from my beloved yellow jackets.
Now here we are on an awful 0 for 6'er and in need of some masterful karma. If only one of my favorites - a Dewberry - could come back in his prime and use his perseverance to will the team to victory today (he was supposed to be a Dawg but turned out to be a great Jacket). To prevent another loss to the likes of a Stafford and Moreno connection (and for years to come) I am pulling in the big guns by using a commodity the epitomizes perseverance and toughness - Avery, Lily and Zoe. So today thanks to the girls' karma being used for all that is good for GT Mr. Bennet will play like Montana (or at least a Dilfer for the Ravens and avoid TO's) and Choice will feel the Karmical power of Avery in the 2nd qtr., Lily in the 3rd qtr. and Zoe in the 4th qtr. to pull out a monumental upset of the Dawgs bound for the BCS until feeling the sting of these Jackets of Destiny today.
Notice that if I can talk Keira into another pregnancy I would have enough chicks to setup a full formation in the Power I! A great sign (and true) is that as soon as Avery put on her GT onesie (sorry you can't see the logo on any of them) she felt the power of Tashard and starting crawling! I have the video to prove it.
GO JACKETS!
11.19.2007
Turkey Time Tales
The following is a tale that truly exhibits how entertaining our 4 1/2 year old nephew is. I can only imagine the mischief he and Avery will get into together as soon as she realizes that he's the one who likes to get into mischief!
As told to me by my sister-in-law Stephanie. (Others mentioned: Tony my brother-in-law, John our 10 year old nephew, and Laura our 13 year old niece, Mema Richard's grandmother)
Stephanie: Ryan asked me if he could go into the forest with Tony when he goes to get our turkey. I cracked up & called Tony at work (from carpool line) to ask him after Ryan got in the car. We have no real weapons in our house, so Tony is supposed to take a sharpened broomstick, John is taking his air pistol & Ryan will be brandishing a butter knife, because that is the only knife he is allowed to use. When I told him that we wouldn't be cooking a turkey at our house, that we were eating at Mema's he asked if he could go into the forest with her. I told him that these days most people go get their turkies at the grocery store - so he asked if he could go into the woods to pet a turkey and steal an egg - he would run home very fast so the turkey couldn't catch him.
I can only imagine the stories we'll hear when the girls grow up - I can't wait! Happy Turkey Day to everyone!
As told to me by my sister-in-law Stephanie. (Others mentioned: Tony my brother-in-law, John our 10 year old nephew, and Laura our 13 year old niece, Mema Richard's grandmother)
Stephanie: Ryan asked me if he could go into the forest with Tony when he goes to get our turkey. I cracked up & called Tony at work (from carpool line) to ask him after Ryan got in the car. We have no real weapons in our house, so Tony is supposed to take a sharpened broomstick, John is taking his air pistol & Ryan will be brandishing a butter knife, because that is the only knife he is allowed to use. When I told him that we wouldn't be cooking a turkey at our house, that we were eating at Mema's he asked if he could go into the forest with her. I told him that these days most people go get their turkies at the grocery store - so he asked if he could go into the woods to pet a turkey and steal an egg - he would run home very fast so the turkey couldn't catch him.
I can only imagine the stories we'll hear when the girls grow up - I can't wait! Happy Turkey Day to everyone!
11.16.2007
Friday Night Fun
So...it's 7pm Friday night and we realize that we are out of diapers. How is this possible when we buy everything in bulk? Lucky for us we live in a small town with a Piggly Wiggly (yes they really do exist) and a Wal-Mart. Once the trio was tucked snuggly into their beds I ventured out to run my errand.
I come home, unpack my goods, and sit down with a New Castle. Richard just starts laughing at me...he says "Do you realize you have just epitomized living in a small town on a Friday night?"
I say "What?"
He asks "Where did you go at 9pm on Friday night?"
I say "Wal-Mart"
He asks "What did you buy?"
I say "Two cases of diapers, three cases of wipes, 5 boxes of rice cereal, and a 6-pack of beer"
He just keeps laughing. And says "At least it was a full 6-pack of an import rather than 3 tall-boys of Budweiser"
I say "At least I had on shoes!"
I come home, unpack my goods, and sit down with a New Castle. Richard just starts laughing at me...he says "Do you realize you have just epitomized living in a small town on a Friday night?"
I say "What?"
He asks "Where did you go at 9pm on Friday night?"
I say "Wal-Mart"
He asks "What did you buy?"
I say "Two cases of diapers, three cases of wipes, 5 boxes of rice cereal, and a 6-pack of beer"
He just keeps laughing. And says "At least it was a full 6-pack of an import rather than 3 tall-boys of Budweiser"
I say "At least I had on shoes!"
11.13.2007
Don't take it personally
I have to learn not to take things so personally. I guess I'm in a fragile emotional state given my incredible lack of sleep, my overwhelming need to be the perfect mom (knowing full well that my standard is utterly unattainable), and just the general everyday chaos of my current life with three preemie little girls. Don't take this the wrong way - I am THRILLED with my girls and each day when I see that true, pure love beaming from their smiles when they see me I am reminded why I don't sleep and I love it! But, I am so easily put on the defensive by some people. Which brings me to another point that I have to learn to deal with a little better - Richard and I are surrounded by people who are all telling us what to do and how to do it for our kids. We have a feeding therapist, a physical therapist, a teacher of the deaf, two home nurses, a pediatrician, a pulmanologist, a GI doc, an ENT doc, an audiologist, a urologist, a cardiologist, an opthamologist, a couple of respiratory therapists, a few case managers, a few parent advisors...and everyone of course has their opinions on how we should be doing things for these girls. Now granted, most of these specialists are teaching us things that we don't know about the specific needs of our girls and their expertise is welcome. Some are merely guiding us towards resources to make our own decisions - but some....oh there are some who just get under my skin.
On days that I know I'll see them, I say "okay I'm not going to let them get to me...but then they say something in a way that just makes me want to scream!" I just think to myself "I know my daughters better than you do, how can you begin to think that you know what to tell me?" Or they tell me that they took care of a baby just like Zoe and that baby did such and such or so and so and that's what we should do...and all I can think is "This is my baby and she is not like any other baby, every baby is different." I don't know why I take this so personally and I am trying so hard to think back to my book "The Four Agreements" by Don Miguel Ruiz that my good friends in Charleston gave me and one of those agreements is: "Don't Take Anything Personally. Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won't be the victim of needless suffering."
Each night I pray for strength, I pray for patience, I pray for the health and growth of my babies, and I pray for the continued loving bond with my amazing husband that is getting us through this time. We love it and we love our girls but it is by far the hardest thing I've ever done and it seems like you only get one shot to make it right. I mean I don't want my girls to blame me for everything that's wrong in their lives when they get older - I don't want anything to ever be wrong, EVER in their lives. But I will have moments of complete and total frustration - mostly beget by exhaustion where I have to take my deep breaths and step back.
Goodness, not writing for a couple weeks just has me spilling out and a little on the disorganized front. I guess I haven't spilled in quite a while so here I am - opening my heart for everyone to read. This being a parent - being responsible for the lives of your children, for being the two people that they must be able to trust the most in life that they will learn about life from, whose opinions about the world around them will be formed through their life experiences that are created by us...the enormity of this job is overwhelming and takes my breath away. I am generally a perfectionist by nature and I want to be the perfect mom. Being a mom of triplets kind of makes you have to give that perfection thing up - the house will never be perfect again, the kitchen will probably never be completely clean and tidy again, the laundry will never get under control, my to-do list will never be completed, and I will never be able to be in three places at one time. As one MOM said to me - "fair isn't always equal" especially when your kids have varying degress of medical, emotional, and developmental needs.
The other thing I have to give up right now is guilt. A MOM told me that guilt is a very unproductive emotion. I have to add to this feeling inadequate as well. Which kind of couples with guilt pretty easily, and man am I good at it. I feel guilty that the nurse is primarily taking care of Zoe while I'm caring for Lily and Avery. I feel guilty that I don't have dinner ready that I haven't even considered cooking when Richard works hard all day and helps me at night with the girls and deserves a good meal. I feel guilty that my clients have not gotten the best organized, efficient Keira for their project. I feel guilty that I didn't even give my husband his anniversary card until last night ( a good three weeks after our anniversary). I feel guilty that our poor dog who was our first baby hardly gets petted. I feel inadequate when I'm scrambling to do my "homework" the day before Zoe's lesson at The School. I feel inadequate that I can't keep the dishes and the laundry under control, even with the enormous amount of help I have at home and then I feel guilty knowing there are other MOMs out there who don't have the help we have or who are even single MOMs doing this without a spouse. I feel guilty when all I want to do is crawl under the covers and stay there for a couple of days.
I mean two years ago, all I wanted was to be pregnant. Then last year, all I wanted was to have a healthy pregnancy, then to have my girls come home, no matter what difficulties they may face...and here I am wanting to just pass them off to a Grandma so I can sleep - how can I do that? But I have to. I have to go back to when they were in the hospital and everyone said "take care of yourself, you can't be the best mom for your babies if you aren't taking care of yourself". And why is that so hard? Why is it so hard to eat three decent meals and drink water instead of caffeine? Just the simple things are hard to do...and then guess what happens? Yep, that guilt thing again...that I can't even drink water, what kind of mother am I? Ridiculously silly isn't it? But you know what guilt and inadequate feelings are? They are actually the cowardly way to deal with difficult situations, it is so much easier to wallow in negative emotions than to face the difficulties and deal with them in a productive manner. To exert energy to create a plan and follow it...that's a lot harder than saying "poor me, I haven't slept in two months." I've learned this from my pillar of strength - my adoring husband.
I do think I'm becoming a stronger perosn - I have to. I have three little girls who are watching my every move every waking moment of their days. My new mantra must be just that "My girls are watching...what do I want to show them today?" I don't want to shield them from real life, we won't raise them in a bubble as much as we may want to...but we can show them love and confidence and self-worth and courage. Together...not alone...but together Richard and I are responsible for creating the world that they see and they live in. They are always watching...what will we show them today?"
On days that I know I'll see them, I say "okay I'm not going to let them get to me...but then they say something in a way that just makes me want to scream!" I just think to myself "I know my daughters better than you do, how can you begin to think that you know what to tell me?" Or they tell me that they took care of a baby just like Zoe and that baby did such and such or so and so and that's what we should do...and all I can think is "This is my baby and she is not like any other baby, every baby is different." I don't know why I take this so personally and I am trying so hard to think back to my book "The Four Agreements" by Don Miguel Ruiz that my good friends in Charleston gave me and one of those agreements is: "Don't Take Anything Personally. Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won't be the victim of needless suffering."
Each night I pray for strength, I pray for patience, I pray for the health and growth of my babies, and I pray for the continued loving bond with my amazing husband that is getting us through this time. We love it and we love our girls but it is by far the hardest thing I've ever done and it seems like you only get one shot to make it right. I mean I don't want my girls to blame me for everything that's wrong in their lives when they get older - I don't want anything to ever be wrong, EVER in their lives. But I will have moments of complete and total frustration - mostly beget by exhaustion where I have to take my deep breaths and step back.
Goodness, not writing for a couple weeks just has me spilling out and a little on the disorganized front. I guess I haven't spilled in quite a while so here I am - opening my heart for everyone to read. This being a parent - being responsible for the lives of your children, for being the two people that they must be able to trust the most in life that they will learn about life from, whose opinions about the world around them will be formed through their life experiences that are created by us...the enormity of this job is overwhelming and takes my breath away. I am generally a perfectionist by nature and I want to be the perfect mom. Being a mom of triplets kind of makes you have to give that perfection thing up - the house will never be perfect again, the kitchen will probably never be completely clean and tidy again, the laundry will never get under control, my to-do list will never be completed, and I will never be able to be in three places at one time. As one MOM said to me - "fair isn't always equal" especially when your kids have varying degress of medical, emotional, and developmental needs.
The other thing I have to give up right now is guilt. A MOM told me that guilt is a very unproductive emotion. I have to add to this feeling inadequate as well. Which kind of couples with guilt pretty easily, and man am I good at it. I feel guilty that the nurse is primarily taking care of Zoe while I'm caring for Lily and Avery. I feel guilty that I don't have dinner ready that I haven't even considered cooking when Richard works hard all day and helps me at night with the girls and deserves a good meal. I feel guilty that my clients have not gotten the best organized, efficient Keira for their project. I feel guilty that I didn't even give my husband his anniversary card until last night ( a good three weeks after our anniversary). I feel guilty that our poor dog who was our first baby hardly gets petted. I feel inadequate when I'm scrambling to do my "homework" the day before Zoe's lesson at The School. I feel inadequate that I can't keep the dishes and the laundry under control, even with the enormous amount of help I have at home and then I feel guilty knowing there are other MOMs out there who don't have the help we have or who are even single MOMs doing this without a spouse. I feel guilty when all I want to do is crawl under the covers and stay there for a couple of days.
I mean two years ago, all I wanted was to be pregnant. Then last year, all I wanted was to have a healthy pregnancy, then to have my girls come home, no matter what difficulties they may face...and here I am wanting to just pass them off to a Grandma so I can sleep - how can I do that? But I have to. I have to go back to when they were in the hospital and everyone said "take care of yourself, you can't be the best mom for your babies if you aren't taking care of yourself". And why is that so hard? Why is it so hard to eat three decent meals and drink water instead of caffeine? Just the simple things are hard to do...and then guess what happens? Yep, that guilt thing again...that I can't even drink water, what kind of mother am I? Ridiculously silly isn't it? But you know what guilt and inadequate feelings are? They are actually the cowardly way to deal with difficult situations, it is so much easier to wallow in negative emotions than to face the difficulties and deal with them in a productive manner. To exert energy to create a plan and follow it...that's a lot harder than saying "poor me, I haven't slept in two months." I've learned this from my pillar of strength - my adoring husband.
I do think I'm becoming a stronger perosn - I have to. I have three little girls who are watching my every move every waking moment of their days. My new mantra must be just that "My girls are watching...what do I want to show them today?" I don't want to shield them from real life, we won't raise them in a bubble as much as we may want to...but we can show them love and confidence and self-worth and courage. Together...not alone...but together Richard and I are responsible for creating the world that they see and they live in. They are always watching...what will we show them today?"
11.05.2007
Take just a moment
A website has been set up for the family who lost their son. If you feel compelled or have just a moment please visit the site and leave a comment, thought, or prayer for this young family. Let them know that their son's life, although far too short, has touched many.
Go here... http://tripletsplusofkc.blogspot.com/
Go here... http://tripletsplusofkc.blogspot.com/
11.04.2007
A Heavy Heart
With a heavy heart I am relaying a story that three other triplet-mom-bloggers posted about a friend of theirs whose toddler son was killed when a dresser tipped over on him. The link to the story is below and a reminder to make your home safe for your children and to always remember to hug your kids, kiss your kids, and tell them you love them every single day. Please keep this family in your thoughts and prayers. I can not begin to imagine the grief they are experiencing.
http://www.kmbc.com/news/14490770/detail.html
http://www.kmbc.com/news/14490770/detail.html
11.02.2007
Finally!! Zoe's video and it works
I've tried and tried to get this video to work, hopefully it will now. As before - this is posted especially for Bronwyn, Meg, Anne, and Mary - Zoe's OTPT team at Northside. Prior to this day, when we would pull her up to sit, her head would kind of flop bacwards...now you'll see she has great head control. Small steps, small milestones, BIG miracles! (And as a note - she sat today without support for 15 seconds!)
Happy Halloween!!
Happy Halloween everyone! I hope everyone enjoyed their day, dressing up and trick or treating...we've gotten lots of emails with pictures of our friends kids all dressed up and they all look so so cute! Our girls didn't exactly go trick or treating but we could not resist dressing them up. Way back when they were in their isolettes Richard and I bought them these little Baby Disney Princess dolls, their very first babydolls - we got Belle for Avery, Snow White for Zoe, and Cinderella for Lily...so that's what they were for their very first Halloween. I hope you enjoy the pictures!
Avery a.k.a. Belle
Zoe a.k.a. Snow White
Lily a.k.a. Cinderella
All three of our baby princesses
Mema came to see them in their first costumes
On the porch on a gorgeous Halloween afternoon
Avery "beating up" Lily, a favorite pasttime of hers
Lily just looking cute
Look Mom - I'm sitting and Mimi isn't holding me! I did this for 15 seconds!!!
Zoe smiling in her sleep, so cute!
Avery practicing "all fours" during PT
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