Okay, so for Christmas, Santa Claus brought all four of my little people a trampoline to share.  I KNEW that  Bregon  would be ecstatic, as he has wanted one of these since he was four and our friends in Tyler had one that he borrowed every weekend.  I figured that the babies would adore it, too. After all, they had always enjoyed anything and everything that allowed them to  boingy  their way through life.  It never occurred to me that my  boingy -est baby, my daredevil  Kaiden , would manage to actually be afraid of it.  After sitting on my back porch for almost an entire week because of the rain and mud, husband finally was able to get up enough gumption to grab my eldest and attempt assembly.  The whole thing went up in under an hour, as opposed to the many reviews and advice that we had read online about having to be a rocket scientist to get the whole thing assembled and together safely.  My eldest,  Bregon , immediately hopped up into the enclosure and spent the evening bouncing

I've always heard that little girls are so much different than having little boys around.  Being a little girl, I always just ignored folks who said this, thinking that it couldn't be all that different.  I am learning, though. Boy, am I learning! Christmas clued us into a few differences that were very surprising.  On Christmas morning, everyone was very excited to see that Santa had left lots of neat and interesting things under the Christmas tree.  Vivienne sat in my lap as she demanded that her big brother, Bregon, place her new ruby slippers on her tiny little girl feet.  Then I handed her the new dollie that had been sleeping in Vivie's new cradle. The dollie said, "Mama" then began to cry.  That's when it happened. Vivienne snatched the dollie out of my hands and gave her a huge hug.  She leaned in close and laid her cheek against her dollie's, saying, "Okay, okay...alright," in an effort to "Comfort" her new baby.  She then plac

Over the past week, I have had many visitors over to my home that are normally not around for the babies' everyday routine.  I am finding out that I am a very lucky Mum, too! Everyone seems to be so amazed over how good and happy my tiny trio are.  Both my sister and my in-law's were over at bedtime earlier this week, and each marveled over how it was laid back and tear-free.  Apparently, they always had trouble getting their kids to go to bed when they were little, or something.  After thinking about it, I suppose it isn't every day that you find three one year olds who can tell you when they are ready to go to sleep whether it's nap time or bedtime.  Our normal routine involves dinner at 5 each night. Everyone eats until they are finished (however long that may take) and each are allowed down to play until bedtime.  Bedtime is usually at six unless the babies are super tired, then they can head out earlier if they choose to do so.  All I have to do is ask them if they

I have figured out a lot of weird yet interesting things over the past few weeks, a revelation of sorts, really. Who knew one could learn so much from Christmas? First off, I have discovered that while every toy has a preferred age range or is marked for age appropriateness, the packaging of that toy is FAR from being acceptable for a child.  Letting a child try and open his own present, even if it is an age appropriate toy, could actually endanger your child.  A relative sent the coolest toy to my triplets for Christmas. They very painstakingly chose something that was colorful and educational yet fun for my kids.  But, when I went to try and free the cute and very wonderful toy from its seemingly innocent box, I met with a flurry of wiring, zip ties and very strange, opaque, almost tape-like (just not sticky) packing straps.  These weird straps almost looked like the 6-pack ring sort of packaging that you would find binding a 6-pack of Coca-Cola together.  You know, the stuff that we

It's Boxing Day, and all of the babies toys that we sorted out on Monday must now be taken to the Salvation Army and donated.  Yes, I know we aren't British, but we might as well follow through with tradition, seeing as we have this rather large garbage bag full of toys in the garage, blocking the walkway!  Today, we will all find out how the aftermath of Christmas affects my little people.  This morning, Kaiden IMMEDIATELY ran for his tricycle and climbed up onto it to ensure that NOBODY else could touch it.  Kian attached himself to his Backyardigan Circus toy and began setting up his little circus performer people for a Big Top performance.  Vivienne just looked at her charges, sighed, grabbed a bottle for each hand, and went to work caring for the new brood that has taken up residence in front of the fire place.  I think she may be almost done feeding everyone, but I cannot be certain!  She hasn't even noticed that some of them have gravitated to the play corner yet!  A

Ssshhhh.... The babies are napping, and justly so. Everyone woke up at a normal hour this year. I figure this is probably the last year that we will get so very lucky!!!  We were up 'til three in the morning chatting with our friends on the living room floor in front of our fireplace, wrapping presents and all.  We finally gave up when we ran out of diaper boxes big enough to fit everything into, so we opted to put a few wrapped presents into the bin part of the boy's dump trucks and call it a night.  This morning, the babies went into overload almost from the moment they were brought into the living room.  Kian had his lower lip out all through out his breakfast, trying to eat and whimper at the same time because he wanted to go and check out his new stuff.  Kaiden laid claim to the tricycle almost immediately, and figured out that since he was too short to use the pedals, that he could just sit behind the seat and use his feet to make it go.  If anyone comes near it or looks

Today, after we had our portraits taken with Santa at the mall, Bregon and I headed down to the opposite end to get Icee's.  I had promised him one if he would help me wrangle the babies for an impromptu Christmas portrait.  We had all three babies calmed down from the excitement of seeing Santa (most had cried.)  They were happily "Reading" their little Santa coloring books. So we decided, upon a whim, to turn off into the toy store.  I should have known better. After all, I know that this one is closing down soon and coincidentally is having a huge sale.  But this store literally looked wiped out. It was as if a tornado had gone through it or worse.  There were blank shelves in front and merchandise strewn all over the floor. It wasn't terribly crowded, so Bregon and I went ahead and decided to turn in, limo-sized stroller and all, and see if we could find any last minute bargains.  We somehow managed to find a path that we, stroller included, would fit through with