Today we had to make a Target run to stock up on camp things for my eldest.  He will leave in about a week for Camp Pioneer, a boy scout camp in Arkansas for a whole week's vacation from his siblings and family!  Being a typical pre-teen/tween kinda guy, he has his own little quirks and idiosyncrasies such as his habit of wanting to wear only jeans during the very hot and sweltering Louisiana summers and wearing any t-shirt that he has discovered hanging in his closet such as the very nice, very new yet long sleeved green army shirt that he decided to try and wear out yesterday.  Hmm... I really have to do some convincing and get him to change his wardrobe over to normal summer clothes somehow.  So, off to Target we went, triplets, stroller, 12 year old and all. I did manage to get him to pick out several pairs of very long, what I would label as "Skater" shorts as they are worn way past his knees (skaters wear these in some hopes of not skinning their knees!)...

Sometimes I feel like I should write a manual on outings with multiples. I should call it, "The Art of Crowd Control." I know it sounds like some presumptuous celebrity, but truly it’s necessary. Its one of those tiny well kept secrets that nobody tells you when you find out that you are pregnant with triplets.Sure, people say don’t let anyone near your babies when they are tiny. What they don’t tell you is, that while people like to pinch the cheeks of babies when they are infants (singletons,) people feel the overwhelming need to not only crowd multiples, but touch them, feel them and do things to them that they normally wouldn’t do to even their own children. I know it sounds mean. I know you want to see my cute adorable children. I understand that we are a novelty and that you have probably never seen a set of triplets before. Don’t get me wrong, I love to hear how precious and adorable and wonderful my kids are, really I do. But you have to understand a few things about ...

After they were born, the triplets were put into their own little isolette’s in the NICU. Vivienne and Kian shared an area and Kai was right across the walkway. It was observed on many occasions, that when one would cry, the others would answer.  That was just the beginning. Once testing began, if one baby seemed to be getting “Special” treatment, then the other baby’s would find ways to mimic their symptoms so that they would also get special treatment as well. This behavior held true and seemed more predominant with the boys than with Baby Vivienne because she was always babied more than they were and received FAR more attention from literally everybody else's nursies including their own. When Kian started looking a little yellow, he managed to blow his I.V. and they had to put it in the vein in his head.  This meant that he ended up with a huge gauze hat looking contraption that sort of resembled a dunce cap. This ALSO meant that he also got to sun himself under t...

My name is Mimi Rankin Webb, and I am a mumsy of a 12 year old boy, two 1 year old boys, and a 1 year old baby girl. It sounds like an introduction that you would hear at some sort of 12-step program. Instead, it’s my introduction and has been for a little over a year now. I get all sorts of questions whenever I go out.  It doesn’t matter if I am in the elevator, grocery store, or a parking lot, I get a LOT of questions!  I hope that by blogging, I can answer more of your questions in better detail than I can when asked while out & about! You have to understand, that by nature, I am a very friendly person. However, I often feel that I am being rude by not being able to stop & talk as much as I would like to with everyone who stops me to ask questions.  Hopefully I can remedy all of this with my blog! Let’s start over. Hello, my name is Mimi Rankin Webb and I am a triplet mom and mother to a wonderful 6th grader.  There, that’s better. Now, let’s get t...