What's sleep? I suppose I am very very super fortunate to just now be having to ask that question of myself!  After all, I managed to somehow get enough to survive triplet-infant-hood and the every four hour feedings that could take up to an hour from start to finish in themselves, if I wasn't careful and was flying solo!  We somehow muddled through the ex-neighbors being more than noisy with their home-made mini bikes revving up and down the street at all hours of the night, and the nutty ones that sometimes forgot and played their music loud enough to shake objects off of shelves!  I had even almost gotten used to two of the babies waking up for midnight tea-time that consisted of teddy grahams and milk, then snuggles and back to bed.  Then it happened. Well, it had already been happening, technically. Two of the babies had managed to cut all of their molars (even Kai who had managed to cut only half of one tooth, the other half giving him fits for what seemed like...

Ya know, as of late, I have found myself not wanting to take the kids on outings. It's not because of their behaviour, either.  The last few outings we have been on have gone actually pretty swimmingly, believe it or not.  I just really worry about what people will think of the way they look. Lately, I have been noticing that my babies are turning black and blue!  I seriously hope that this is just a phase that my children are going through, but I am starting to really wonder.  It's not that they are dirty, it's that they are constantly finding ways to basically beat each other up.  They are subtle about it, too. Vivie will be sitting in my lap having a few bites of her dinner while Kian stands at my knee, waiting his turn very patiently, innocently at that!  All of the sudden, this tiny little foot will gravitate towards his face- not just a small tap on the cheek, either.  She just plants her tiny, dainty yet very dangerous foot in the center of his ...