<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023</id><updated>2011-11-20T08:40:42.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Triplet Blessed</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-8032283197729315217</id><published>2009-01-26T20:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:41:15.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>A random sister moment caught in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                         &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SX5zvjKth1I/AAAAAAAAAdM/bLZ6rqrb_zE/s1600-h/IMG_2370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295797472565495634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SX5zvjKth1I/AAAAAAAAAdM/bLZ6rqrb_zE/s320/IMG_2370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                          &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SX5zvQBIEhI/AAAAAAAAAdE/smb6W6KLUgw/s1600-h/IMG_2369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295797467425018386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SX5zvQBIEhI/AAAAAAAAAdE/smb6W6KLUgw/s320/IMG_2369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       And of course not to be left out it's baby brother!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                           &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SX5zvgrsAGI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Q7JnDic8bJE/s1600-h/IMG_2372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295797471898501218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SX5zvgrsAGI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Q7JnDic8bJE/s320/IMG_2372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-8032283197729315217?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/8032283197729315217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=8032283197729315217&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/8032283197729315217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/8032283197729315217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2009/01/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SX5zvjKth1I/AAAAAAAAAdM/bLZ6rqrb_zE/s72-c/IMG_2370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-2795275731037537246</id><published>2009-01-19T20:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:47:11.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trooper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Our first born baby Trooper (named after an Iron Maiden song), our beloved dog died early this morning. We are so sad and so thankful that we had him in our lives for the last 12 1/2 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jim and I got Trooper when we had only been together for 1 year, my dad and step mom gave him to us and told me that if Jim and I ever broke up I had to take him with me. Little did we all know Trooper was definitely going to be Jim's dog. They use to go everywhere together and whenever Jim brought home fast food he made sure that Trooper got his own hamburger or enough of whatever he was eating to share. Until about 2 years ago he slept with us every night. He was spoiled and had a great life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had a couple of problems over the last few years, a hernia that we repaired before the kids were born and then another one about 2 years ago that we couldn't afford to fix with 3 babies. He was blind and I think a little deaf but both were just age. On Friday Jim said he thought he was bad off and we needed to put him down today. Then on yesterday he stayed in the room with us most of the day but really didn't want to be bothered much. I wrapped him up and took him to bed with me last night just wanting to be near him but he only stayed with me a couple of hours in the bed. He came back in the room at 3Am and I was sure he was going because his breathing was so loud and he was so cold. I wrapped him up and said goodbye and headed to work. He must have been coming to tell me goodbye because when Jim awoke this morning he was gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids were fine with it, they keep saying Trooper is in heaven but they want to know who took him there. I don't think they really understand and I'm sure there will be lots of questions over the next few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were all so lucky to have such a wonderful puppy and I thank God for allowing us to love him for as long as we have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SXU6Y5tEV1I/AAAAAAAAAc0/MnTfKgnXO0U/s1600-h/sleeping+babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293201136525006674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SXU6Y5tEV1I/AAAAAAAAAc0/MnTfKgnXO0U/s320/sleeping+babies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not sure who was more scared here daddy for having all three babies for the first time or Trooper boy was his life changing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-2795275731037537246?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/2795275731037537246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=2795275731037537246&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/2795275731037537246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/2795275731037537246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2009/01/trooper.html' title='Trooper'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SXU6Y5tEV1I/AAAAAAAAAc0/MnTfKgnXO0U/s72-c/sleeping+babies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-4949586113588916107</id><published>2009-01-13T21:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:48:14.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch what you say</title><content type='html'>Well it happened to me today, I finally had that mommy moment that made me want to crawl under the buggy with my head hung in shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got out for our first real let loose trip to the grocery store today since getting sick almost a month ago (or maybe it was more than a month ago, I've seriously lost track of time). As we are going down the aisle I told the kids to wait with me while someone passed us. I heard Katie say something but I didn't pay to much attention I thought I heard what she said but dismissed it as not possible coming from my angelic 3 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to the line..&lt;br /&gt;The same lady from the aisle is in front of us and Katie looks at the lady throws her arms up in the air in her sweetest voice says.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"move out of our way lady".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what I was thinking at that moment I was truly dumbfounded, at least until the lady looks at her and says " I already did that once".&lt;br /&gt;To which I realize that yep that is what my angelic 3 year old said before in the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady was nice about it and did say that she has a 2.5 year old grandchild so she understood. But really what kind of mother teaches that to their child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to be more careful about what I say in the car as that is the only time I can think that I would say such a thing, little ears are always paying attention!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-4949586113588916107?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/4949586113588916107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=4949586113588916107&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/4949586113588916107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/4949586113588916107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2009/01/watch-what-you-say.html' title='Watch what you say'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-6594051576703632039</id><published>2009-01-02T14:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:05:44.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RSV take 2, and then 3</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!!! Hopefully starting the new year out with sick kids doesn't set a precedent for the rest of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took Katie to the dr this morning, I knew she had RSV since she started out exactly as James did a couple of weeks ago. However her cough is WAY worse than his was and since I knew the dr wouldn't prescribe a cough syrup without seeing her I took her in this morning. The dr listened to her chest for a minute and then excused himself. He came back with a pulse ox and after about a minute said "OK I won't send her to the hospital, right now". I'm thinking wow wait a minute are you saying you were thinking about it? I only wanted some cough syrup so we can all sleep a little. Her pulse ox was jumping between 85 and 93 but it would stay at 93 for several seconds so he didn't admit her. Thank God I really don't want to take my baby to the hospital!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked in one ear and said "bulging with puss", looks in the other ear and says "bulging with puss". Great so on top of RSV we have a double ear infection! We have to do breathing treatments 3 times a day for 5 days, Omnicef for the ear infection and pheneragan for the cough. If her breathing is labored we are to go to the ER otherwise we return in 2 weeks. Poor Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abigail started running a fever of 103 on New Years Eve and her cough started yesterday so I figure we have another day or so before the nasty cough really starts since that has been the course with the other 2. Anyway I can keep them in separate rooms 24 hours a day for the next 2 weeks? Just so no one gets this again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck, Yuck, Yuck!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-6594051576703632039?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/6594051576703632039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=6594051576703632039&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6594051576703632039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6594051576703632039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2009/01/rsv-take-2-and-then-3.html' title='RSV take 2, and then 3'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-7263039707843475076</id><published>2008-12-31T14:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:21:59.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=7be0e5d80e2f6defae3a2c" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="475" height="398" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=7be0e5d80e2f6defae3a2c&amp;skin_id=10&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:475px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt3" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make video montages at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-7263039707843475076?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/7263039707843475076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=7263039707843475076&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/7263039707843475076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/7263039707843475076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-4991821907806955186</id><published>2008-12-30T21:13:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:41:35.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>I really have been putting off this post because everything is so final. I'm so sad that the anticipation and excitement of Christmas is over and we have to wait another year to do it again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids had a wonderful Christmas, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; WAY to many presents in fact as my mom said as we took her trash out "does this look like our economy is in trouble?, nope it looks like excess". She is so right I don't think Fisher Price or Mattel are in any risk of going out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; anytime soon. I think we now own every Diego and Barbie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accessory&lt;/span&gt; available.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was given the wonderful Christmas gift at work of being let off an hour early on Christmas morning so I actually made it before the kids woke up. I was so excited I cried all the way home and then again while I sat waiting for them to wake up, and wait and wait and wait. Did someone forget to tell these kids it was Christmas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so tired from the 3.5 hours sleep I got the night before and didn't get any pictures of the kids in their Christmas outfits oops but I did get a few others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the tree is down and the gingerbread houses are in the trash although I plan on telling the kids they are simply put away, do you think they will remember next year? The Christmas goodies are all gone and I have the coolest gift a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Fit to help me burn off some of the many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;calories&lt;/span&gt; I have consumed lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you all had a Merry Christmas and feel at least half as blessed as I do.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVrlvs0dWxI/AAAAAAAAAas/D_XjTIC4vLY/s1600-h/IMG_2298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285789720320498450" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVrlvs0dWxI/AAAAAAAAAas/D_XjTIC4vLY/s320/IMG_2298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVrlvz1hdSI/AAAAAAAAAa0/uuchwGHnROo/s1600-h/IMG_2299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285789722204009762" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-5749658137997936490</id><published>2008-12-23T17:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:51:28.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Carols</title><content type='html'>I know I said no more posts until after Christmas but I couldn't help sharing our little pageant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5433dea21c365ec7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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Carols'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-9090974772829432794</id><published>2008-12-22T20:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:57:37.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Traditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The last couple of weeks have been busy with holiday tradition.  Last week the kids spend the night with Grandma and decorated gingerbread houses and her tree.  The adults built the house the night before, this is so much fun especially when most of the adults are drinking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today the kids and I baked and baked and then baked some more!  We made Almond Tea cookies (I saw the recipe in a magazine and thought why not), Oatmeal Raisin cookies, Applesauce Raisin cookies (these are daddy's favorite), Chocolate Chip ( I LOVE the dough!), and we made reindeer cookies.  Let me first day that making cookies with 3 three year olds is so much fun and sooooo exhausting!  I hope they remember this forever like I do from baking with my mom, brother, and grandpa when I was growing up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282810408769845634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBQE8Z2eYI/AAAAAAAAAaA/cd05URXm4tA/s320/IMG_2292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Helping mommy bake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBQEuXsMII/AAAAAAAAAZ4/inMhuM4wNsc/s1600-h/IMG_2291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282810405002686594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBQEuXsMII/AAAAAAAAAZ4/inMhuM4wNsc/s320/IMG_2291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our Reindeer cookies aren't they cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBQEE4lxCI/AAAAAAAAAZw/6yXorsmLACE/s1600-h/IMG_2287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282810393866388514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBQEE4lxCI/AAAAAAAAAZw/6yXorsmLACE/s320/IMG_2287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;James cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBQDwQKprI/AAAAAAAAAZo/wSfkLqd5gdc/s1600-h/IMG_2286.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282810388328130226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBQDwQKprI/AAAAAAAAAZo/wSfkLqd5gdc/s320/IMG_2286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;                                                             Abigail and her reindeer's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBQDXCZjXI/AAAAAAAAAZg/EwXRBPKJ1n4/s1600-h/IMG_2283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282810381559500146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBQDXCZjXI/AAAAAAAAAZg/EwXRBPKJ1n4/s320/IMG_2283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Katie's cookies and "big" smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBPR3Yk9jI/AAAAAAAAAZY/V2zqzpr21CU/s1600-h/IMG_2276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282809531248997938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBPR3Yk9jI/AAAAAAAAAZY/V2zqzpr21CU/s320/IMG_2276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;James and Aunt Linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBPRXx5SZI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/9zucu9_qatA/s1600-h/IMG_2275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282809522765253010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBPRXx5SZI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/9zucu9_qatA/s320/IMG_2275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Abigail with Aunt Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBPROwfj4I/AAAAAAAAAZI/4CzewReFZh4/s1600-h/IMG_2272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282809520343453570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBPROwfj4I/AAAAAAAAAZI/4CzewReFZh4/s320/IMG_2272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Katie and James they just started and he is already eating candy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I probably won't make it on again before Christmas or until a couple of days after since I have to work 4-8 AM Christmas Eve, Christmas, and the day after.  OMG when am I going to sleep.  Pray for my husband and mom that they can keep the kids out of the presents until I get to off Christmas, I'm not sure who has it worse me for having to work or them for the screaming they will have to listen to.  My mom has this great plan that they can keep the kids up until midnight and maybe they will sleep late, hahahahahahahahahaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-9090974772829432794?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/9090974772829432794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=9090974772829432794&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/9090974772829432794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/9090974772829432794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-traditions.html' title='Christmas Traditions'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBQE8Z2eYI/AAAAAAAAAaA/cd05URXm4tA/s72-c/IMG_2292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-6053525230368678354</id><published>2008-12-18T21:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:16:34.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well he isn't pregnant!</title><content type='html'>Took James to the Dr on Friday and was told he had a virus, no big deal nothing you can do.  We had a great weekend but on Monday afternoon he started going downhill fast and by Tuesday he was miserable.  Took him back to the Dr and after a nasty nasal swap the Dr came in and said "well there are 2 lines", so I said "so either he is pregnant or has RSV".  The Dr said I stole his line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will the letters RSV put together stop scaring me?  I know it isn't really dangerous for him anymore but I thought past 2 it was more of a common cold kind of thing not this God awful cough and pain that causes my baby boy to cry in agony and do nothing for more than 5 minutes other than lay on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the triplets were born we were given the very serious warning that RSV could be life threatening and they got a shot every month for the first winter and we weren't allowed to leave the house.  We made it through that year thank God but at 1 James caught it.  It took a couple of months before he was really back to himself.  So not only does it scare me for my baby to get RSV but it terrifies me that we may somehow expose someone elses baby or elderly grandparent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met many moms that have never even heard of it and I say gee it must be nice to not have that knowledge or fear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-6053525230368678354?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/6053525230368678354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=6053525230368678354&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6053525230368678354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6053525230368678354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-he-isnt-pregnant.html' title='Well he isn&apos;t pregnant!'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-284314442451157279</id><published>2008-12-15T17:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:04:33.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse Me</title><content type='html'>I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;succeeded&lt;/span&gt; in teaching my children good manners, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; they won't stop using them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation in the car yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;James- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Doody&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Waddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abigail- laughing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hysterically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Doody&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;waddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cackling&lt;/span&gt; from Abigail&lt;br /&gt;Katie- Excuse me James and Abigail mommy doesn't like potty talk and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; rude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;doody&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;waddy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;doody&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;waddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abigail- still laughing&lt;br /&gt;Katie- Excuse me guys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later daddy told the kids something ( I don't remember what)&lt;br /&gt;Katie- Excuse me Daddy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not right don't say that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is Excuse me guys!  I am so proud my daughter knows excuse me but I can't tell you how funny it is to hear from her little mouth over and over and over again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-284314442451157279?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/284314442451157279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=284314442451157279&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/284314442451157279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/284314442451157279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/12/excuse-me.html' title='Excuse Me'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-2447813755888074650</id><published>2008-11-30T20:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:34:38.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Baby James</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/STs1_LyX_MI/AAAAAAAAAYw/0eXCx6-xgNU/s1600-h/IMG_2171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276870748006776002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/STs1_LyX_MI/AAAAAAAAAYw/0eXCx6-xgNU/s320/IMG_2171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/STs1-zIjnaI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Cy5RgvVcczU/s1600-h/James+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276870741388926370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/STs1-zIjnaI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Cy5RgvVcczU/s320/James+birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/STs1-lMdNEI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PjLOjPkbErE/s1600-h/James+2+days+old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276870737647187010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/STs1-lMdNEI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PjLOjPkbErE/s320/James+2+days+old.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;**** I typed this over a week ago and could have sworn I published it however when I came on tonight to share some pics with Santa I realized it hadn't published good thing it was saved to drafts*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;James&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKA : Jamie, Jamsey Pansey, Bulldozer, bubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born 3 lbs 6 oz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years old 32 1/4 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet baby boy was the last to be born having to be forced to leave his mommy, he came out crying and peeing! His delivery is the only one that I felt, he was so high up I could feel them yanking him down it felt like they were trying to pull my ribs out. He was the only one that cried in the delivery room but he was the one with the most trouble in the beginning (and many times since). He was very irratable ( I think he was mad at them for removing him from his cozy home early), we weren't allowed to touch him or speak to him because his heart rate would get crazy. Two days after he was born the dr told me he had wimpy white boy syndrom, he had required another dose or servectant for his lungs and had to be put back on the vent for a couple of hours. Apperantly white boys are the weakest gender and race when born since their lungs take the longest to develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However he quickly got over it and he was the first one I was allowed to bathe and the first to eat from a bottle. I don't know how many times they told me he would be coming home soon because he was doing so well, then he would forget to breath and we would have to wait 2 more days only for it to happen again. It was so frustrating but maybe he was waiting for his sisters. He was such a good eater except for the whole forgetting to breath during bottle feeds which turned him dusky and scared the crap out of us. He continued to do this when he came home and had to be watched closely during feeds. He was the first to develop reflux and would puke and scream after eating poor kid, poor couch, poor mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to have girls thinking they would be more fun and I could relate more but the deep in my heart love for my son caught me by surpise. He has these big bright blue eyes and sweet smile that you can't help but love him and feel happy to be around him and they will just almost get him out of trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one year old he gave us a big scare when he caught RSV and was so close to landing in the hospital. 3 months later we were still battling the effects of RSV and just 6 months later they said he had asthma. At a little over 2 we couldn't understand nearly anything he said and when his hearing was tested they said he heard everything like he was under water, his tonsils and adnoids were also swollen and needed to be removed. After surgery and a horrific 10 days he was back to trouble and mischief and mealting hearts. Very quickly afterwards he started speaking and catching up to his sisters now while he is still behind he is miles ahead of where he could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James is definitly the little brother and can pester his sisters and loves it. The boy will push, pull and pick just to hear them scream. Aunt Linda started calling him a bulldozer and he deserves that title, he is all boy and will bulldoze anything in his path. However if you have never seen an angel you only need to watch James sleep to know they exist on earth. That boy can be so draining but when you see his sweet face while sleeping....... He is wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for allowing me to be Abigail, Katie, and James mommy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-2447813755888074650?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/2447813755888074650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=2447813755888074650&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/2447813755888074650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/2447813755888074650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/11/sweet-baby-james.html' title='Sweet Baby James'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/STs1_LyX_MI/AAAAAAAAAYw/0eXCx6-xgNU/s72-c/IMG_2171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-836401559176743971</id><published>2008-11-26T23:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:45:42.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SS4wpf9hU1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/cb9AtBJiFjY/s1600-h/blog_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273205703209734994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SS4wpf9hU1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/cb9AtBJiFjY/s320/blog_award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given a Fabulous Blog Award by &lt;a href="http://nelsontriplets.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dorinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Doesn't that sound like fun? I'm so bad about blogging these days so to be called fabulous? Wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the rules to receiving this award:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. You have to pass it on to 5 other fabulous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; in a post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. You have to list 5 of your fabulous addictions in the post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. You must copy and paste the rules and the instructions below in the post.Instructions: On your post of receiving this award, make sure you include the person that gave you the award and link it back to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addictions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Coffee I make sure the pot is made before I go to bed each night so I only have to flip it on in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Weight Watchers- this program has forever changed my life and I call it an addiction because I know that it must be in order to stay the path!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Cuddling- Waking up each morning even early isn't so bad as long as my 3 babies cuddle on the couch with me, this is my favorite part of the day and the best part of being a mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Medical dramas- I can't get enough medical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; I watch House, Grey's Anatomy, ER, and all the TLC specials. My kids will even stop to watch and they always say the same thing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; is fixing them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;- I must check my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; account 5 times a day most days. I love that I can quickly and easily keep up with everyone and have some fun at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My nominations are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Tammie at &lt;a href="http://thehalcombhellions.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thehalcombhellions.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Leslie at &lt;a href="http://www.hagenandmason.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.hagenandmason.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.   Trish at &lt;a href="http://mylittledrummerboys.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mylittledrummerboys.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Stefanie at &lt;a href="http://www.brian-steffierogers.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.brian-steffierogers.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Hilary at &lt;a href="http://txklamms.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://txklamms.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise James is next I'll definitly get his done this weekend!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-836401559176743971?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/836401559176743971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=836401559176743971&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/836401559176743971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/836401559176743971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-given-fabulous-blog-award-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SS4wpf9hU1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/cb9AtBJiFjY/s72-c/blog_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-2086213395224587134</id><published>2008-11-24T15:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T15:45:04.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SSsf2JBwdAI/AAAAAAAAAYE/IhZEdpSxfik/s1600-h/Katie+birth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272342803763983362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SSsf2JBwdAI/AAAAAAAAAYE/IhZEdpSxfik/s320/Katie+birth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SSsf2ZuWgEI/AAAAAAAAAYM/JsMXacU23aY/s1600-h/IMG_2174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272342808245993538" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SSsf2ZuWgEI/AAAAAAAAAYM/JsMXacU23aY/s320/IMG_2174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet Katie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AKA- Tator tot, totter dot, and tator. I have no idea where this came from but I've been calling her tator tot since she was only a month old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birth 3.1 lbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 years old 29 lbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katie was baby B snuggled tightly between her brother and sister in my tummy and she fits the middle child mold very well! As a baby Katie was very colicky and everything you have ever heard about the witching hour applied to her. We tried EVERYTHING to calm her but nothing worked more than once and never for very long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was the first to smile, walk, talk and the first to break my heart. When she was one day old my mom and I went to the NICU to visit late in the evening, we still weren't allowed to hold them and while I was talking to her she began to cry. My heart immediately broke for my baby and for me, a mother is supposed to pick up her newborn baby and hold her close when she cries and I wasn't allowed. I cried as hard as she did and the only thing I could do was leave her alone, I tried to soothe her but the nurse was insistent that it wasn't my fault and I really needed to let her be so that she would calm down and not complicate her breathing. What an awful thing to tell a new mommy. Katie was also the first to break her daddy's heart 2 days after that. We were finally allowed to hold them but as soon as the nurse handed Katie to Jim she began crying. Poor Jim gave her right to me saying "she doesn't like me". It's almost funny now that she is by far the most attached to her daddy and definitely a daddy's girl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Katie laughs the whole world laughs with her and when she smiles it's not just with her mouth her whole face smiles. When Katie started belly laughing I would bore my whole family with phone call after phone call just so they could hear her laugh. That baby can make every wrong in the world right with just her smile and laugh. We took the kids to Sea World a couple of months ago and at the very first show she was so giddy and laughing that everyone around her was watching her instead of the show. I swear I cried because my baby was so happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katie loves to watch TV and if you let her she would stay glued to it all day. They were almost 2 before they started watching TV but once she started watching Elmo there was no going back. Now she loves Dora and Diego and Elmo is long gone. She has an amazing memory and can sing almost any song you teach her after only hearing it once or twice. She likes to play dress up and read books. Her favorite color is purple but that's totally my fault since that was her assigned color from birth but she will tell you that's her color! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katie is going to have her heart broken a million times because she wears her heart on her sleeve and takes everything so personally, this will definitely mean mommy's heart will be a mess. She loves everything with such a strong passion and truly has a heart of gold. Yep she's mine and I couldn't imagine my life without her and am such a better person for being blessed to be her mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-2086213395224587134?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/2086213395224587134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=2086213395224587134&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/2086213395224587134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/2086213395224587134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/11/katie.html' title='Katie'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SSsf2JBwdAI/AAAAAAAAAYE/IhZEdpSxfik/s72-c/Katie+birth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-6056279382107766817</id><published>2008-11-14T20:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T21:43:08.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Abigail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ABIGAIL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SR5EnBgC1qI/AAAAAAAAAX8/lLIF_P5hEbw/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp6%253Enu%253D3236%253E376%253E8%253B5%253EWSNRCG%253D323238%253C97883%253Cnu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268724051278485154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SR5EnBgC1qI/AAAAAAAAAX8/lLIF_P5hEbw/s320/232323232%257Ffp6%253Enu%253D3236%253E376%253E8%253B5%253EWSNRCG%253D323238%253C97883%253Cnu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SR5EnHJbSbI/AAAAAAAAAX0/46iH4cWGml0/s1600-h/IMG_2170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268724052794231218" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SR5EnHJbSbI/AAAAAAAAAX0/46iH4cWGml0/s320/IMG_2170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKA- Abby, Abby Caddaby (even before Sesame Street), Abby Caddaby Cadoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weigh- 2.14 lbs at birth, 30 lbs at 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;Height- 17 inches at birth, 36 inches at 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dr told me at one of my MANY sonograms a couple of weeks before they were born that she was my little pork chop weighing more than the others, the day before their birthday he again measured her as the biggest. Pretty funny that he was within 2 oz with James and Katie but off almost a whole pound with her!&lt;br /&gt;Abigail took to her role as big sister before she was even born, I swear she sat on my cervix She is the definite leader of the group and takes her job very seriously telling them what to do and what mommy doesn't want them to do. She is also the one that comforts Katie when Katie is in trouble, she always wants her big sister, it is so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand she makes the games up and expects them to follow her rules and of course she always goes first. She can take most toys away from her brother and sister and they will let her but God forbid they take one of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the last baby home, staying a whole week longer than the others. Leaving her there was harder than the day I was released, I truly felt I was abandoning her at least when I left before they had each other. She was just stubborn not wanting to eat. But now that I look back at it I think maybe she was looking for a little alone time and she knew once she came home it was all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because of my guilt for leaving her and not visiting as much in that last week but we have always had a closer bond. Abigail will tell anyone she is mommy's girl and while others may hold special places in her heart (Grandpa) she truly is a mommy's girl. Almost immediately after coming home she started waking up before the others and before time to eat and would lay on my chest and go back to sleep until the others awoke. As she got older she started to wake up earlier from her nap and cuddle on the couch with me. I think she just knows how to get one on one time and always has! She was the only one I could ever get to breast feed, I was so excited until I learned that she was simply using me as a pacifier since she had no strong suck and couldn't hold a pacifier in her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves fruits and salads and like her mama thinks hot sauce goes on anything. Her favorite show is Dora. She loves to sing and dance and is gonna be great at sports the girl has more coordination than me. She is very smart she can count to 15in English, to 10 in Spanish (thanks Dora), knows her colors in English and the primaries in Spanish, her alphabet, and most shapes. Her favorite activity is coloring and she is pretty good at it can even stay in most of the lines of a coloring book. Her favorite belonging is her beloved yaya, a lovie with an elephant head, the poor elephant has no trunk because she has sucked it off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abigail is a pure joy and pleasure, but I know that when she hits puberty her and I are going to fight, that girl has a very strong will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon Katie and James! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-6056279382107766817?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/6056279382107766817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=6056279382107766817&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6056279382107766817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6056279382107766817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/11/abigail.html' title='Abigail'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SR5EnBgC1qI/AAAAAAAAAX8/lLIF_P5hEbw/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp6%253Enu%253D3236%253E376%253E8%253B5%253EWSNRCG%253D323238%253C97883%253Cnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-6872913415206174350</id><published>2008-11-11T14:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:56:23.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=75d94ea876d6cf7d70953e" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="600" height="526" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=75d94ea876d6cf7d70953e&amp;skin_id=601&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:600px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=75d94ea876d6cf7d70953e&amp;skin_id=601&amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/75d94ea876d6cf7d70953e/601.gif" style="border:0px;" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt3" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make video montages at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-6872913415206174350?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/6872913415206174350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=6872913415206174350&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6872913415206174350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6872913415206174350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-303698708628646992</id><published>2008-11-10T20:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:02:30.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Babies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; my babies are 3!  I don't know where the last 3 years have gone, but I know they have been full of smiles, laughter, fun, and lots and lots of love.  We had a very busy weekend Nanny (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jim's&lt;/span&gt; mom) arrived on Thursday night to spend a few weeks with us and their birthday party was yesterday so we have been busy preparing and partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful family party with 4 cakes, yep you read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; right my nephews birthday was on the 1st so he was kind enough the share his party.  I figure my kids have to share with each other why not another?  I did want everyone to have their own cake though since it was still their special day.  Aunt Lori was wonderful enough to make 4 wonderful cakes but since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I asked the kids what they wanted on their cakes the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;answer&lt;/span&gt; changed she did a wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;collaboration&lt;/span&gt; of their request.  She made Lane a chocolate football cake and for the triplets she made 3 horseshoe cakes that were linked together with chocolate bridges, they had a gingerbread road with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;papacyles&lt;/span&gt; driving down each cake and wonderful scenery of flowers, turtles, butterflies, and even water under the bridges!  Almost everything was edible.  I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; but they don't even begin to do them justice.  Aunt Lori must have spent HOURS working on them and my uncle and his friend even designed something to get them to the party safely!  YOU GUYS ROCK!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were tons of presents to be opened the favorites by far are the scooters and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;diego&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cameras&lt;/span&gt;, and the helmets and pads that have been almost constantly since they opened them.  We got Barbies and I'm so excited I can't wait to build their collection I loved playing with Barbies when I was little and I can't wait to spend hours playing with my girls!.  James got this really cool pirates ship and they have really enjoyed it as well but I don't know what to do with boys toys so I had to instruct Jim to show them.  I am so lost with boys toys I just don't know how to play with them since I was a girlie girl always playing with dolls and house, and Barbies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my mother in law and I took the kids to Incredible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pizzeria&lt;/span&gt; for lunch and had so much fun.  It was great because there were only a few other kids there and we ended up spending 2 1/2 hours there the kids were exhausted when we got home.  Chuck E Cheese doesn't have anything on this place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the kids were napping I made cookies and when they woke up I took them to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt; along with a thank you note.  This is my tradition my special way to remember them and all the work they do and how important they were to my babies 3 years ago.  Every year I've taken them something.  Usually the kids are with me and we have to wait in the hall and the nurses come out to see us but this year the kids have had a cold and I didn't want to take any chances.  So they let me in to deliver the cookies and it was so overwhelming I've only been in there one other time since they were there and wow it was a rush of emotions.  I swear there is a smell that is exclusive to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt; and as soon as I walked in it hit me and I could so clearly remember walking in those doors everyday and walking out every day with out my babies and then our final days there.  Wow I can't even explain how grateful I am for the last 3 years and for the people that helped me have them.  So today while I celebrate the birthday of my babies I also reflect on all the people that brought them to us and that helped them survive those early weeks of their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ABIGAIL, KATIE, AND JAMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason blogger won't let me add pictures tonight I've tried several times so I'll try again tomorrow, sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-303698708628646992?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/303698708628646992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=303698708628646992&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/303698708628646992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/303698708628646992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-babies.html' title='Happy Birthday Babies!'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-6889456828974215324</id><published>2008-11-03T20:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:37:56.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes that's right I really suck and I know it! Why has it been a month since my last blog? I really don't have a good excuse. I would love to say nothing has been going on or life was boring but I have 3 almost 3 year olds so who would really believe me? So here is just a little update in the goings on of our lives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off James is doing much better on his potty training his accidents are getting back to few and we haven't had any poopy underware in a while, knock on wood. I would be thrilled to tell you that nap times have gotten better and it isn't a daily battle to get the boy to nap but, well that would just be a lie. I really think the boy would like to give up his nap and he may even be ready for it but I am so not ready for that and don't even know how that could possibly work. If I let him give up his nap than I assume he would be ready for bed earlier right? Well how do I do that when the girls are still napping everyday and wouldn't be ready to go to bed as early as him. Since they sleep in the same room this would be a problem. We do have another bedroom and I could separate him but I just don't think he would be to happy going to bed without his girls. So whats a MOM to do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw the ENT for his 6 month follow up on his tubes. He had a pretty nasty ear infection and had to do antibiotics. I wasn't really surprised since he had nasty stinky goop draining from that ear a couple of weeks prior, but it had stopped and he never ran a fever so I wasn't concerned. I thought that was the job of those tubes to drain the fluid? His speech is still behind the girls, he still can't be as understood as easily as them but I think given time he will catch up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls are doing wonderfully, they have adjusted well to their big girl beds and are now very interested in learning to write their names. I would like to start doing a few very short lessons with them and have started looking online so hopefully that will help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- I had my surgery on October 24 and all went well I am feeling pretty good just sore in the morning and if do to much. I have learned that not lifting them is impossible, I've tried but discovered the first time we went to a public restroom someone has to pick them up to put them on the potty! Oh well I try to be good the rest of the time until I cleaned the kitchen today and had to move all the chairs to sweep and mop under the table but the cleaning fairy didn't show up this week. I also am a really bad patient and couldn't stand the dermabond they put over my incisions and I picked it all off, Abigail told me the other day to stop picking. Oops think I can still use that one on her now that she caught me? I did have 2 endometriomas removed one right on the c-section incision and a smaller one about 3 inches above it. I'm a little nervous about my next period since that will be the test if we got them all. The smaller one just started bothering me a few months ago so I hope there aren't any small ones waiting to grow into problems for me. Mimi was wonderful and kept the kids for 6 days so that I could recover and Jim could study full time for the first part of his CPA exam, fingers crossed he passed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a wonderful Halloween the girls were ladybugs and James was a zebra. I got their costumes at Old Navy the day after Halloween last year and paid less than $5 a piece for them! No such deals this year though. We went trick or treating with daddy and grandma, hitting about 12 houses and they were so excited to get all that candy. They would have gone all night I think if we would have let them. When we got home they dumped their candy on the floor and counted it as Grandma and I looked through it. They were so funny, it was like Christmas morning they wanted to open everything however they would take one bite and throw it away and get the next one. They went through almost all the candy and bounced off the walls like they were drunk. I got a glimpse of Katie at 21 and boy she is gonna be a funny drunk if the candy was any indication! While it was a late night and they ate WAYYYYYY more sugar than this mom was happy about at least the candy is gone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures from the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little ladybugs and zebra                                walking with grandma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SQ_AGKemgnI/AAAAAAAAAWk/hd7mtavw_LM/s1600-h/IMG_2039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264637701543854706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SQ_AGKemgnI/AAAAAAAAAWk/hd7mtavw_LM/s320/IMG_2039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SQ_AGUjU-KI/AAAAAAAAAWs/fwcqLQyVvJ4/s1600-h/IMG_2045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264637704248031394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SQ_AGUjU-KI/AAAAAAAAAWs/fwcqLQyVvJ4/s320/IMG_2045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Counting our loot!                                                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SQ_AGrXiktI/AAAAAAAAAW0/1BmAP-UjE90/s1600-h/IMG_2048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264637710372606674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SQ_AGrXiktI/AAAAAAAAAW0/1BmAP-UjE90/s320/IMG_2048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SQ_AHDZiRnI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Yo0Ik6loieM/s1600-h/IMG_2052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264637716823426674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SQ_AHDZiRnI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Yo0Ik6loieM/s320/IMG_2052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abigail in grandmas wig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;James see the chocolate!                                       Katie admiring herself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SQ_AHfxyxII/AAAAAAAAAXE/CZJzY-fr3Tw/s1600-h/IMG_2054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264637724441363586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SQ_AHfxyxII/AAAAAAAAAXE/CZJzY-fr3Tw/s320/IMG_2054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SQ_A1d3FJlI/AAAAAAAAAXM/zPXQe6obKi4/s1600-h/IMG_2060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264638514200651346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SQ_A1d3FJlI/AAAAAAAAAXM/zPXQe6obKi4/s320/IMG_2060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abigail in the boots           We must add the wig        "Drunk" Katie couldn't hardly stand up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SQ_A15fJcBI/AAAAAAAAAXU/OLkSbBwZg2s/s1600-h/IMG_2061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264638521616461842" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SQ_A15fJcBI/AAAAAAAAAXU/OLkSbBwZg2s/s320/IMG_2061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SQ_A2FIAcaI/AAAAAAAAAXc/d5N3LtJvRzM/s1600-h/IMG_2062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264638524740628898" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SQ_A2FIAcaI/AAAAAAAAAXc/d5N3LtJvRzM/s320/IMG_2062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SQ_A2doU3_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/L-62_IVlsLM/s1600-h/IMG_2066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264638531318636530" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SQ_A2doU3_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/L-62_IVlsLM/s320/IMG_2066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep that's my man, his daddy is so proud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SQ_A2nbTDWI/AAAAAAAAAXs/XlLOHfLbSTI/s1600-h/IMG_2069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264638533948345698" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SQ_A2nbTDWI/AAAAAAAAAXs/XlLOHfLbSTI/s320/IMG_2069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-6889456828974215324?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/6889456828974215324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=6889456828974215324&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6889456828974215324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6889456828974215324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-suck.html' title='I suck'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SQ_AGKemgnI/AAAAAAAAAWk/hd7mtavw_LM/s72-c/IMG_2039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-6949097096664178626</id><published>2008-10-03T20:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:52:40.915-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap and Toy He*l*!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok I know a few weeks ago I posted that triplet toddlers can be fun and while I still think this "can" be true that is not my current prospective! These days things are so challenging and James is still my biggest challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off since switching to toddler beds 2 weeks ago the kids are still going down great at night with no fight or playing. Naps however are pure hell!!! I am having to sit in their room or sleep on their floor for them to fall asleep and some days it takes an hour to get them to fall asleep. I am in no way ready to take naps out of our day and really I don't think they are either. I have tried everything leaving the door open, yelling, begging, threatening, bribing and yes spanking to no avail. Abigail usually settles right down and Katie doesn't get out of bed just sits up and talks to James. James will not stay in his bed unless I'm in the room and even then he will kick the wall, bang his head on the wall, talk, sit with his feet off the side of the bed anything but lay down and go to sleep. On the days that I work at 4am I just take my pillows and blankets and sleep on the floor this works but when I don't work I would like to get some things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our other problem is cleaning up toys. My kids come by this honestly because I am not a good housekeeper by any means and kids or no kids I never have been. My mom loves to tell the story of when I was their age and I was told to stay in my room until it was cleaned up and several hours later my brother finally cleaned it up for me because he wanted to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried all the same things as nap time and I've even told them I was going to throw their toys away, this worked once or twice and then they said ok. So 2 days ago I started filling up the trash bag fully expecting a big fight, but to my surprise the fight only last 1 minute and they were over it!! I took the toys to the garage and the next day filled it some more, the real surprise was they helped me!!! Seriously these kids started throwing their toys away and didn't care when I said the trash man was going to take them!!! Really what is wrong with them? Is this my paybacks for being such an awful housekeeper? How do I correct this before it gets any worse? I am really at a loss and wish that I could send them to day care just so someone else could teach them how to pick up. On the other hand give them a baby wipe and they can "clean" everything in the play room for hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'll close this with some fun pics from the last week we went to the park and to the zoo lots of fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to be among the first to see the new&lt;br /&gt;baby lion cubs at the Fort Worth Zoo,&lt;br /&gt;this mama has quads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SObZDqY3z8I/AAAAAAAAAV8/JtE9GJxbrZI/s1600-h/IMG_1924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253124672315707330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SObZDqY3z8I/AAAAAAAAAV8/JtE9GJxbrZI/s320/IMG_1924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SObZDzeyzzI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0naeFSo6auU/s1600-h/IMG_1912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253124674756464434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SObZDzeyzzI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0naeFSo6auU/s320/IMG_1912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SObZEQpoX7I/AAAAAAAAAWM/JqSGy72DeDI/s1600-h/IMG_1929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253124682586546098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SObZEQpoX7I/AAAAAAAAAWM/JqSGy72DeDI/s320/IMG_1929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abigail riding her bike!!&lt;br /&gt;James "riding" his friends big bike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SObZEeaSL0I/AAAAAAAAAWU/5B6LTrSW6m4/s1600-h/IMG_1937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253124686280273730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SObZEeaSL0I/AAAAAAAAAWU/5B6LTrSW6m4/s320/IMG_1937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SObZEjKlDwI/AAAAAAAAAWc/J_7TbxA8aVM/s1600-h/IMG_1939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253124687556579074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SObZEjKlDwI/AAAAAAAAAWc/J_7TbxA8aVM/s320/IMG_1939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abigail pushing Katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-6949097096664178626?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/6949097096664178626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=6949097096664178626&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6949097096664178626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6949097096664178626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/10/nap-and-toy-hel.html' title='Nap and Toy He*l*!!!'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SObZDqY3z8I/AAAAAAAAAV8/JtE9GJxbrZI/s72-c/IMG_1924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-8884981925637649474</id><published>2008-09-26T19:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:04:44.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends</title><content type='html'>Abigail announced today that Katie is her best friend and then they kissed and hugged!  OMG I can't tell you how my heart melted and I wished I had my camera in my hands.  I have no idea where she learned about best friends but I'm sure jealous that at almost 3 she already knows who hers is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine that over the years it will change from day to day especially as we go through the lovely hormonal teenage years.  Why didn't my mom give me a sister it's just not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand it really made me wonder what will this do to James?  Will he feel left out?  Will he fit in with them or will he have to watch from the outside?  How is it that the girls already have a closer bond with each other than James?  I figured I had a few more years but do I really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I ask myself way to many questions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-8884981925637649474?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/8884981925637649474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=8884981925637649474&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/8884981925637649474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/8884981925637649474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/09/best-friends.html' title='Best Friends'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-6847399195027049170</id><published>2008-09-22T19:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:01:28.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days down</title><content type='html'>Well we are done with 2 full days and so far it isn't as awful as I thought it would be! Yea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have gone down now 3 nights without any fight and the last 2 they have stayed in bed all night with no problems. Naps are a little different but not as bad as it could be I guess. They really aren't doing anything different than they did in cribs except now they can get out and run around the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have always talked and played in their cribs for a while before falling asleep and they are doing the same in the beds but James is getting out and running around. The girls do great they never get out of bed until someone comes to get them which is what I told them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've ended up laying on the floor and taking a little nap in their room the last 2 days to keep them in bed but I'm really hoping we can get past that soon because honestly the floor ain't that comfortable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the kind words and encouragement I'm really grateful to have you guys supporting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news James is gonna drive me to drinking soon. The boy is just crazy and God sure knew what he was doing when he only gave me 1 boy that's for sure. He does everything I tell him no to and no punishment seems to stop him. I've tried time out, I've tried yelling, I've tried whispering, and I've tried spanking and the child just laughs at me. I'm really at my wits end with him and ready to ship him off to the zoo so I can have a break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight after he peed in the potty he climbed in the bath tub with all his clothes on and emptied the bottle of shampoo on his arms and legs and then got out and ran around the house! I just don't know what else to do with him, any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-6847399195027049170?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/6847399195027049170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=6847399195027049170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6847399195027049170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6847399195027049170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-days-down.html' title='2 days down'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-6863981093227188919</id><published>2008-09-20T21:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:06:43.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Done</title><content type='html'>Well we have done it. The baby beds are gone, 2 on the curb for the trash man and one hiding in the garage. Toddler beds have been put together, new pillow cases on them and my now "big kids" are sleeping in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jim laughed at me when I fled the room crying, Abigail was so excited to put herself in her bed, James jumped right in, right out, and so on, and Katie had a small melt down but Abigail gave up her teddy bear and Katie settled in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fingers and toes are crossed and I'm praying to the Big Man upstairs that I don't seriously regret this decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of the monumental move for our household. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SNXFanzZv6I/AAAAAAAAAVM/fXLs6pPLZI4/s1600-h/100_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248318001922031522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SNXFanzZv6I/AAAAAAAAAVM/fXLs6pPLZI4/s320/100_0214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last time they all slept in one bed almost 5 months old. Its funny but I can't remember now why one of the girls is naked?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I probably cried that day too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SNXFaY3ptHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/DJDvhVn9i78/s1600-h/IMG_1899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248317997913322610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SNXFaY3ptHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/DJDvhVn9i78/s320/IMG_1899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy made us all get in here together for one last shot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SNXGhJZeg-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/dHJYJ-8g2mk/s1600-h/IMG_1902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248319213530940386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SNXGhJZeg-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/dHJYJ-8g2mk/s320/IMG_1902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abigail loving on the teddy bear in her new bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SNXHbzgRXRI/AAAAAAAAAV0/T5Cp83nLMNs/s1600-h/IMG_1908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248320221266140434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SNXHbzgRXRI/AAAAAAAAAV0/T5Cp83nLMNs/s320/IMG_1908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abigail ready to go without the teddy bear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SNXFa_iBjwI/AAAAAAAAAVU/fhpeWY-LMhM/s1600-h/IMG_1905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248318008291593986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SNXFa_iBjwI/AAAAAAAAAVU/fhpeWY-LMhM/s320/IMG_1905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katie with the prize teddy bear and all her other sleeping buddies heaven forbid we take one out and now we have a new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SNXFboHEN3I/AAAAAAAAAVk/9fEGZ-R6QuI/s1600-h/IMG_1904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248318019184375666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SNXFboHEN3I/AAAAAAAAAVk/9fEGZ-R6QuI/s320/IMG_1904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at how excited he was!!! Can you believe that before we got home he told me he wanted his baby bed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-6863981093227188919?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/6863981093227188919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=6863981093227188919&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6863981093227188919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6863981093227188919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-done.html' title='It&apos;s Done'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SNXFanzZv6I/AAAAAAAAAVM/fXLs6pPLZI4/s72-c/100_0214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-4606575729706508574</id><published>2008-09-16T20:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:39:48.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Bad</title><content type='html'>I feel so bad and unsure how to explain differences to my children.  While at McDonalds this morning there was a small group of children ages ranging from probably 4-15 along with a couple of adults that came in.  My first instinct was they shouldn't be playing here they are to big (there was only 1 little one).  My second thought was why aren't all those kids in school and finally maybe they are evacuees from Ike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had been playing as I visited with my friend and I hear Katie screaming coming down the slide.  No big deal I think and really it wasn't but it is stuck in my head.  Katie comes flying to me with James right behind her telling me "that boy scared me", "great I think to myself those big kids need to get out of here".  She was really scared clinging to me and asking for yaya (her beloved lovie that stays at home) and I kept telling her it was ok I'm sure he didn't mean it it's ok.  The woman with the children yelled to the boy to come down he had scared that little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy came down and very quietly said he was sorry (he may of been around 10).  I told him it was ok and thank you and told Katie see its all ok he didn't mean to scare you.  She then says he was making noises.  The woman with them is telling someone else that just came in what had happened and I over hear her say you know that growling noise he makes.  So I tell her "ya she said he was making scary noises". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so here is where my heart breaks and why several hours later I can't get the thought out of my head.  She explained to me that the boy stutters a lot and makes noises and gets frustrated.  OMG that poor child!!  My baby was scared of him and all he was trying to so was talk!  Katie obviously doesn't understand and I can understand why it scared her but I feel for that little boy.  How awful to have little ones run crying to their mommy simply because of the way he talks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so want my children to have compassion and I know that there will be many times that we are faced with people of all kinds and that is really the only way they will learn.  I can explain differences to them all the time but they are only 2 so they need a visual to understand and then how much can they really understand!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my babies to be scared but I also hate that their fear can hurt someone elses feelings.  This mommy business just keeps getting more and more complicated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-4606575729706508574?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/4606575729706508574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=4606575729706508574&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/4606575729706508574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/4606575729706508574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/09/feeling-bad.html' title='Feeling Bad'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-6269371681533611075</id><published>2008-09-11T12:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:57:21.719-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have NOT forgot</title><content type='html'>How I felt that day 7 years ago or how it felt to watch those towers fall with all those people inside. I have not forgotten all the hero's that ran inside thinking they would be bringing people out and instead ran into their own death. I have not forgotten watching people jump to their own death hundreds of feet in hopes of what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember the way I felt when I turned on the television that morning a normal morning like every other and the pure terror I felt realizing this would not be a morning like any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked for a Dr's office and half our patients called to see if we were even open and the other half canceled their appointments to stay at home with their families close by. We had a TV in the office and kept in on all day for updates. I lived in another state away from my own family and I remember simply wanting to know that they were all at home and safe. When I found out my own mother was out of town and no one knew where she was because she was just on another business trip and forgot to mention it. I remember fearing for her alone and having no way to get home but at least she was safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived in an air force town and I remember the eerie quiet that night with no planes in the air or people on the road. Every channel was showing coverage of the attack on our country even the cable channels and in my lifetime I had never seen that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still get chills thinking of that day and all the people that died. I also can't help but feel a great sense of pride that I live in America and am an American. There is no other country as great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today please take a moment to remember how you felt that day and say a prayer for all the families of those that gave their lives then and since and for all those that are fighting to protect us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS THE USA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-6269371681533611075?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/6269371681533611075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=6269371681533611075&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6269371681533611075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6269371681533611075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-not-forgot.html' title='I have NOT forgot'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-3204352101849207668</id><published>2008-08-30T21:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T21:36:31.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler Beds</title><content type='html'>I'm just a little stressed about the thought of toddler beds. I've always known that someday my kids would have to be moved out of their cribs but I was really hoping that day would be closer to kindergarten (only half kidding here). I'm not exactly sure what it is that stresses me out so much but let me tell you I'm having nightmares about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potty training seemed way less scary to me than going to big beds. Part of it is that I get up at 3 AM to go to work 4 days per week and I don't want to fight them staying in bed. Part of it is that I have had so many people tell me that once they made the move to big beds they lost naps or naps became a challenge and since I get up at 3 I need MY nap! Really though I think that this is really the last part of the baby stage. I know in my head that they are almost 3 and not really babies anymore but cribs are the last line before the babyness is all gone I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I make the move I will no longer have babies and I'll never again have babies. I know that unless there is a MAJOR act of God I will never again have cribs in my house. I'm not ready to be through with the baby stage and move full force to toddlers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decision has been taken from me though and now I must make the jump and take the cribs away. I'm going to have surgery in October and I've been told I can't pick them up for 6 weeks afterwards thus they need to be able to get themselves in and out of bed. I'm going to have a part of my c-section reopened to have an incisional endometrioma removed and a hernia repair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that after pain for 2 years I finally have a diagnosis and finally a plan to make it go away. I'm even a little excited that there is some answer and it's not in my head. However I'm still a little scarred, not about the surgery but by the changes that must take place before hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know when I get the beds and get them together and I'm sure I'll need lots of encouragement to get through it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-3204352101849207668?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/3204352101849207668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=3204352101849207668&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/3204352101849207668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/3204352101849207668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/08/toddler-beds.html' title='Toddler Beds'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-7643056935429386044</id><published>2008-08-19T20:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:25:02.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler Triplets can be fun!</title><content type='html'>Some days I can't wait for nap time and then I count down the minutes for bed. Sometimes I start thinking about opening a bottle of wine long before 5o'clock anywhere! Then there are days maybe even just hours that I think "wow this must be what true happiness is". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go through phases of each some are very short and others last a while. Potty training triplets is definitely not high on my list of fun things and certainly not one of those things I'm sad I won't get to do again. However who ever said that diapers were more of a pain than having them potty training LIED! I may never again have a meal in a restaurant that isn't interrupted 50 times with "I need to potty". I may visit every bathroom between here and Oklahoma at least once and I will miss the ease of changing a diaper in 5 seconds and being done with it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James is doing awesome, we had some tough days going through every pair of underwear the boy had and the girls love to remind him to "push your penis down". today we ran errands and were gone for about 3 hours and James kept his pull up dry the whole time and Katie wore panties and kept them dry! This was the first time I've attempted to leave the house without a pull up on any of the kids but she did great. Abigail still has a poop accident every couple of days and she couldn't really care less if her pull up gets wet while we are out but she does great at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed the kids up for gymnastics today and I'm so excited they are finally big enough to take any classes, up until now there had to be one adult per child and well, I'm a little out numbered! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight after bath Katie snuggled on my lap and played with my hair and "cut" my fingernails and patted me. Then she said "I love you mommy". I'm hearing more and more of those precious, wonderful words these days without prompting and wow it feels good! They also like to tell me I'm pretty and I'm a good cooker. Is this what it feels like to be popular? Being looked up to and having a "group" think your cool? I never was the cool person in school but I sure feel like one of the cool group now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so much fun when they aren't so much work! If only I could get them to clean up their messes and I could figure out a way to make them sit at the dinner table without a thousand spills. They love to play chase and hide n seek, and my personal favorite is watching them play ring around the Rosie with daddy. They comfort each other when they are sad and hurt and they talk to each other like real people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post is a lot of rambling today but I can't help but feel overwhelmed with love and appreciation for my children tonight and I really just wanted to share with everyone how much fun my kids are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-7643056935429386044?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/7643056935429386044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=7643056935429386044&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/7643056935429386044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/7643056935429386044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/08/toddler-triplets-can-be-fun.html' title='Toddler Triplets can be fun!'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-5398299916792477696</id><published>2008-08-05T08:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T08:28:38.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pee Pee in the Potty!!</title><content type='html'>My baby boy is now pee peeing in the potty!!!!  I'm so excited in 24 hours he has only had one accident.  I'm so excited and proud of him I can't hardly stand it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is very proud of himself and even more excited to wear "panties".  I keep trying to correct him that boys wear underwear but he has heard panties so long with the girls now he just isn't getting it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I can just figure out how to get him to hold it down when he pees so he quits peeing everywhere we would be doing wonderful.  Poor Abigail was standing in front of him yesterday when he peed for the first time and he peed on her!  It was very funny.  I've told daddy that he has to teach him I can't but since daddy is only home for an hour in the morning and an hour at night before bed it is going to be really hard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The really tough part is rewarding him and not the girls they don't really understand.  It was one thing when they were potty training and I told him he couldn't have a treat because he didn't pee pee in the potty, they do so I can't use that line now.  I've been using group rewards so far as in if James pee pees on the potty all day they all had m&amp;m's last night.  If James poops in the potty we can share I pack of smarties.  Not sure what else to do since he isn't really into stickers like the girls were/are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for swimming I now have 3 future olympic swimmers!  They have all lost their fear of the open water (not sure this is a good thing since we have a pool in our backyard).  They all jump in the pool from the side and Abigail can even swim without her floats and loves to be pushed down so she can sit on the bottom.  I insist she wear arm floats when I'm by myself but when there is someone else in the water she is doing great all by herself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could only figure out now how to get them in swim lessons.  I don't have any help and everyone requires 1 adult per child at this age so I guess we will have to wait one more year.  Thats probably fine anyway since they would most likely forget everything in a year anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I gotta go buy some potty treats and boys pull ups!  Yay maybe I can quit buying diapers by the time they are 3!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-5398299916792477696?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/5398299916792477696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=5398299916792477696&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/5398299916792477696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/5398299916792477696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/08/pee-pee-in-potty.html' title='Pee Pee in the Potty!!'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-3385209434908049218</id><published>2008-07-30T18:53:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:13:40.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>At the pool</title><content type='html'>My kiddos are having so much fun in the pool these days. I'm just amazed at how well they are doing and this is without a single lesson. Just a week ago James refused to come off the steps and Katie wouldn't let me let go of that darn'd duckie. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SJERfEWD0bI/AAAAAAAAAPo/1Ycc6DnAPyk/s1600-h/IMG_1735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228979867793740210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SJERfEWD0bI/AAAAAAAAAPo/1Ycc6DnAPyk/s320/IMG_1735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Abigail is a natural she LOVES the water and can't get enough she has graduated to just the floatie bathing suit no longer needing the arm floaties. She loves jumping in and swimming underwater. I don't think she closes her eyes though because she complains after a while that her eyes itch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SJERre02vNI/AAAAAAAAAP4/kRO24ahaLfY/s1600-h/IMG_1733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228980081060658386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SJERre02vNI/AAAAAAAAAP4/kRO24ahaLfY/s320/IMG_1733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;James finally realized that his suit and arm floats wouldn't let him go under the water and now he can't get enough. He was the first to jump in without me there to catch him and after that there was no stopping him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SJEReqqtZqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/048-aK1tQos/s1600-h/IMG_1731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228979860901029538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SJEReqqtZqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/048-aK1tQos/s320/IMG_1731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Katie well poor Katie is still scared a little much to Grandmas relief she is hating that the other 2 are so comfortable. Katie will now let me let go of the duck and she just kicks around the whole pool. She also discovered today that she could pee in the grass like Trooper (our dog) and must have gotten out at least 6 times today to do it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SJERfRrkqxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/YrJcB7fDi8k/s1600-h/IMG_1740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228979871373634322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SJERfRrkqxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/YrJcB7fDi8k/s320/IMG_1740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm just amazed at the changes in them just a couple of weeks ago I was just getting the nerve to take them out to the pool by myself now we do it all the time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got tired of waiting for blogger to load my videos so if you want to see the others here are the ytube links.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eIXEik97o6c"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eIXEik97o6c&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bmW3CfoM0IA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bmW3CfoM0IA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-501cb348c8e2688d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D501cb348c8e2688d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330278649%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80B31A1D38268D5C2062CDD355EC39CFBFFDD4FE.3B3D36FD4470012DAF851D32C207BE9B320D7C60%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D501cb348c8e2688d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNs756uAK48_3VdQed8ms0297Yhs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D501cb348c8e2688d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330278649%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80B31A1D38268D5C2062CDD355EC39CFBFFDD4FE.3B3D36FD4470012DAF851D32C207BE9B320D7C60%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D501cb348c8e2688d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNs756uAK48_3VdQed8ms0297Yhs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;It took 30 minutes to load this one!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-3385209434908049218?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=501cb348c8e2688d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/3385209434908049218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=3385209434908049218&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/3385209434908049218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/3385209434908049218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/07/at-pool.html' title='At the pool'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SJERfEWD0bI/AAAAAAAAAPo/1Ycc6DnAPyk/s72-c/IMG_1735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-4948655096106018948</id><published>2008-07-11T21:36:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:13:44.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with our friends</title><content type='html'>Today we met our friends Isaiah and Grady at the mall for some fun. If you ask the girls who their boyfriends are they will tell you Isaiah and Grady, or as I like to refer to them as my future son in laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Marilisa&lt;/span&gt; was also wonderful enough to get pics of me with each of the kids except &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Isaiah&lt;/span&gt; he wouldn't stay with me long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHgoeaH2jmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/y_aXPuMC9s4/s1600-h/Me+and+James.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221968270809534050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHgoeaH2jmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/y_aXPuMC9s4/s320/Me+and+James.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; all 5 but I had to hold Abigail in there &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221968480681119122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHgoqn9IzZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/NFyHawms_f0/s320/With+grady+and+Isiah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and Grady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHgoevDTqdI/AAAAAAAAAO4/2G8fidv7hH8/s1600-h/Me+and+Grady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221968276427614674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHgoevDTqdI/AAAAAAAAAO4/2G8fidv7hH8/s320/Me+and+Grady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the Merry Go Round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHgoe1PAhuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/9M7PtBZnHD8/s1600-h/Merry+go+round.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221968278087304930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHgoe1PAhuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/9M7PtBZnHD8/s320/Merry+go+round.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;boyz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHgoey98xrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/6ngyV4Wqx8Y/s1600-h/The+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221968277478885042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHgoey98xrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/6ngyV4Wqx8Y/s320/The+boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abigail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHgn6v3FPWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/DuTJ1ziXZag/s1600-h/Abigail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221967658169482594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHgn6v3FPWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/DuTJ1ziXZag/s320/Abigail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abigail and James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHgn64cMRsI/AAAAAAAAAOI/9wXIuMht0mY/s1600-h/Abiigail+and+James.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221967660472616642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHgn64cMRsI/AAAAAAAAAOI/9wXIuMht0mY/s320/Abiigail+and+James.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Katie and Grady- Aren't they adorable together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHgn6_DF7hI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Q0gSfT9KPqM/s1600-h/Grady+and+Katie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221967662246391314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHgn6_DF7hI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Q0gSfT9KPqM/s320/Grady+and+Katie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grady and James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHgn7AO1b3I/AAAAAAAAAOY/eUQwQzHTzt8/s1600-h/Grady+and+James.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221967662564077426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHgn7AO1b3I/AAAAAAAAAOY/eUQwQzHTzt8/s320/Grady+and+James.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy and Abigail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHgn7HGQUII/AAAAAAAAAOg/GfV64ZxOH_s/s1600-h/Me+and+Abigail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221967664407138434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHgn7HGQUII/AAAAAAAAAOg/GfV64ZxOH_s/s320/Me+and+Abigail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHgrMqdj7II/AAAAAAAAAPY/twmqgPayugs/s1600-h/Me+and+Katie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221971264492792962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHgrMqdj7II/AAAAAAAAAPY/twmqgPayugs/s320/Me+and+Katie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-4948655096106018948?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/4948655096106018948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=4948655096106018948&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/4948655096106018948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/4948655096106018948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-with-our-friends.html' title='Fun with our friends'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHgoeaH2jmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/y_aXPuMC9s4/s72-c/Me+and+James.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-1942080470364413686</id><published>2008-07-08T20:15:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:13:45.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Dr's or Prisoners?</title><content type='html'>I think I'm watching to much medical TV in front of my children lately. They have recently started playing Dr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Katie is listening to Abigail's tummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHQhtC153bI/AAAAAAAAANM/5x323wKpeBY/s1600-h/IMG_1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHQhtC153bI/AAAAAAAAANM/5x323wKpeBY/s320/IMG_1706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220834925770038706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here James is checking her ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHQgO5jhizI/AAAAAAAAAMs/CNFM_TsQAuc/s1600-h/IMG_1709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220833308369324850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHQgO5jhizI/AAAAAAAAAMs/CNFM_TsQAuc/s320/IMG_1709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Dr's geez this is gonna cost me a fortune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHQgfa2c3BI/AAAAAAAAAM0/olARfXqMXFU/s1600-h/IMG_1707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220833592184986642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHQgfa2c3BI/AAAAAAAAAM0/olARfXqMXFU/s320/IMG_1707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a little while later they all climbed into James crib and zipped them selves up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHQgy80smKI/AAAAAAAAAM8/et_rndU6Dag/s1600-h/IMG_1703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220833927721949346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHQgy80smKI/AAAAAAAAAM8/et_rndU6Dag/s320/IMG_1703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how they get out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHQg-hSmOlI/AAAAAAAAANE/YH1Yn5r9sWw/s1600-h/IMG_1704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220834126489598546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHQg-hSmOlI/AAAAAAAAANE/YH1Yn5r9sWw/s320/IMG_1704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just see it now I'm either in for medical school or bail. Oh no I just realized there are 3 so maybe both?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-1942080470364413686?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/1942080470364413686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=1942080470364413686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/1942080470364413686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/1942080470364413686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/07/future-drs-or-prisoners.html' title='Future Dr&apos;s or Prisoners?'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SHQhtC153bI/AAAAAAAAANM/5x323wKpeBY/s72-c/IMG_1706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-1036135123109081368</id><published>2008-07-02T20:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T20:31:30.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner talk and lifestyle choices?</title><content type='html'>So tonight at dinner Katie made me laugh not once but twice so I have to share these conversations with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie- there's piwi in here&lt;br /&gt;Me- yes there is KIWI in there&lt;br /&gt;Katie- piwi?&lt;br /&gt;Me- no baby it's K-I-W-I&lt;br /&gt;Katie- piwi&lt;br /&gt;Me- k like Katie how do you say Katie?&lt;br /&gt;Katie- you say tator tot mommy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gotta admit the kid is smart I do call her tator tot and have since she was just a couple of months old. I have no idea where it came from just one of those terms of endearment that stuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later still while we were at the table she says....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie- Hurry I have to pee pee&lt;br /&gt;me- go on baby &lt;br /&gt;Katie- these crazy kids won't get my plate will they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I probably spit out some food trying not to laugh. Those crazy kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto this lifestyle thing. Can someone explain to me why my girls want to be naked all the time? Every since we started potty training my girls have decided that being naked is the best thing ever. I just don't understand they have adorable clothes and we get dressed nearly every day but by 5 pm they are completely naked. Are they telling me they are going to be nudist? I'm not really sure I can deal with that. I do insist they put panties on for dinner telling them no naked dinner but other than that it's just not worth the fight. We mothers have to pick and choose our battles and to me this one just isn't worth it most days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-1036135123109081368?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/1036135123109081368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=1036135123109081368&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/1036135123109081368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/1036135123109081368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/07/dinner-talk-and-lifestyle-choices.html' title='Dinner talk and lifestyle choices?'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-5461308321961600969</id><published>2008-07-01T20:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:56:43.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 1 person asked!</title><content type='html'>Well it has finally happened to me and I have to admit I'm kind of sad.  Took the kids to the zoo today and only one person asked "are they triplets?".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that I can miss this question?  I learned to walk with my head down making eye contact with no one to avoid being stopped 50 million times.  Now only 1 person notices and I miss it.  We rarely take the stroller anywhere and so we are less noticible I know but geez doesn't everyone want to remark abour my babies? I knew the day would come but I guess I really thought we had more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met my friend and her twins at the zoo and it was so much fun.  We only took 1 single stroller mostly to carry the junk and just in case we needed it.  The kids did great we were there 2 1/2 hours and they walked the whole time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love not having to lug that stroller and try to get it around people or work my way up to things and then the kids still can't see well.  This way they climbed up on the fenced just like everyone else and were able to see everything great.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode the train twice and had a picnic lunch and the kids were just awesome I'm so proud of my big kids.  We cut things pretty close to nap time so I had to sing and ask 50 questions on the way home but we managed to get home without anyone falling asleep thankfully.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I have to say I'm a big fan of Dora now she has taught my 2 1/2 year olds to count to 10 the colors red blue, yellow, and green and lets go all in spanish!!  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We came back Friday night and then I had to work Saturday, Sunday and Monday AM at 4 am that really throws everything for me. No one should have to get up at 3 AM that's just wrong on all levels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also had serious issues with pictures not sure if it's my computer or what but I've had trouble with One True Media and Walgreens so forgive me. I'm working on pictures to share I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was wonderful we had a great time and I think everyone got along really well especially considering how many of us there were. The house was beautiful 2 story 4 bedroom 3 1/2 bath with a fenced in yard and only a very small dune seperating us from the beach. We made a pallet for the kids on the floor in our room and they slept wonderfully someone always stayed with them until they were out but once out they slept great. I did learn they are serious movers though like me and we always found them scattered in far different places than they started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip there and back was 6 hours and the kids were great although they did ask about 20 minutes in if we were at the beach yet. We watched Dora and Diego for pretty much the entire trip. They slept very little either way and yet they were still well behaved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach was nice and they loved it not scared at all like last year. I was afraid to let Abigail more than 6 inches away from me because she LOVED the water and discovered that she could hold her breath and go under, this was not good for my nerves let me tell you. Katie and James were a little more reserved but they definitely enjoyed it as long as the waves were strong enough to knock them down or splash them in the face. We made and knocked down lots of sandcastles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a ferry ride from Galveston to Crystal Beach and this was a very LONG boring trip the ride itself lasted 15-20 minutes but the 1 1/2 hour wait to get on was ridiculous! We took a duck ride which is a really old vehicle that travels on water and land another boring trip. We also went to the aquarium and the kids really liked that, Abigail ran from one exhibit to the next shouting "lets see more".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie stepped on a piece of hot coal that fell out of the grill on our last night there and has a good blister on the underside of 2 of her toes but she really hasn't complained to much about it and it doesn't look like it is infected or anything so I'm just watching it. Uncle Robbie stepped on one to she keeps telling me and he has an owie like her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were pretty rotten when we got home and it took a couple of days to get them to stop all the whining but they did sleep like little champs for the first 3 days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to share pics soon and I'm going to try to be better about posting. It has been really difficult since I started back to work and things are a little strained at home right now putting me in a little bit of a funk but I'm going to try to be better I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-1477258046431427492?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/1477258046431427492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=1477258046431427492&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/1477258046431427492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/1477258046431427492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!!'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-6852005504592339130</id><published>2008-06-12T20:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T20:44:27.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation YAY</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't been around this week I've been trying to get ready for vacation and I'm ashamed to admit I'm still not ready. We are planning on leaving around 9 am tomorrow so I only have a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to Galveston to spend a week on the beach with my family. We rented a 4bedroom house on the beach. The kids are so excited we have been talking about going to the beach for months now and even though I'm sure they are to young to remember going last year they ask nearly every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had no poop issues in almost a full week now thank God!!! Thank you all for your words of encouragement and sorry for those of you I scared. Hopefully that phase is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I won't have any Internet access for 1 week (I'm scared what e-mail will look like when I get back) so I'll post when we return and I'm sure there will be hundreds of photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week everyone and keep your fingers crossed for me that 7 adults and 6 children can peacefully coexist in one house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-6852005504592339130?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/6852005504592339130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=6852005504592339130&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6852005504592339130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6852005504592339130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/06/vacation-yay.html' title='Vacation YAY'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-4719432502976890564</id><published>2008-06-03T20:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:38:38.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My (un)Sweet Boy</title><content type='html'>Is this the terrible 2's or am I losing my mind? Or am I losing my mind because of the terrible 2's? Very soon I'm going to be offering my son to the zoo he would get along great with the other monkey's!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my post a few days ago about the poop playing? Well it has continued it has now happened 4 times and I swear my floor and couch will never be the same. Can someone please explain the fascination of poop to me because I'm having a really tough time getting it. Yesterday in the amount of time it took me to move a load of laundry he had smeared it on about a 2 foot space of my carpet, down his legs, and across 2 of my couch cushions oh yeah and somehow on his sisters shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night while separating more danged laundry (does it ever end?) he got a package of tomatoes off the counter and made tomato sauce on my kitchen table. He completely smashed at least 2 tomatoes and probably another 2 had little finger holes in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I at least got him as soon as the hand came out of the diaper so I saved the carpet but geez!!!! So please speak up offer your solutions I'm ready to hear them as long as they don't include duct tape because he puts his hand through the leg hole not the top.  Throw the suggestions at me please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the circus is coming to town soon maybe I'll see if they need a gross new exhibit. The kid should be used to being stared at after all he is a triplet and has been stared at pretty much daily all his life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-4719432502976890564?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/4719432502976890564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=4719432502976890564&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/4719432502976890564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/4719432502976890564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-unsweet-boy.html' title='My (un)Sweet Boy'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-4421720476226439861</id><published>2008-05-30T20:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T20:46:22.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Poop</title><content type='html'>Abigail and James are all clear and back to normal.  Poor Katie however has added diahreahh to her list.  The poor child has been so pitiful she lays around most of the time and whines " I not throw up mommy".  For the most part though her real throwing up happens after midnight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has woken up the last 2 nights now covered in it and listen to this the child does not want me to take care of her!!! She wants daddy, can you believe that?  I get her up clean her up and hold her while she throws up and then she just wants her daddy and then falls asleep with him.  I guess I can't really blame her though I do smell like puke!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud she has only been potty trained for about a month and yet even with diareahh the child has made it to the potty every time.  On the other hand Abigail still waits until her diaper goes on for nap or bed and then poops. Whatever at least she isn't doing it on my floor or her panties right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was scrubing the potty for the 15th time today with bleach and washing mine and Katies hands for the millionth time my son decided to join in some fun.  I cam out of the bathroom and he was smearing poop on the playroom floor.  Appearently there was a gap in his diaper and he decided to see what was in there that or he just wanted his hands scrubbed to.  I should be greatful though at least he was in the playroom instead of on the carpet and I caught him pretty early before he hit any walls or toys.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck yuck yuck.  I mean seriously how much puke and poop can one woman take?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-4421720476226439861?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/4421720476226439861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=4421720476226439861&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/4421720476226439861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/4421720476226439861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-poop.html' title='Oh Poop'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-1320313139461060506</id><published>2008-05-27T20:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:48:20.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't puked!</title><content type='html'>I have never in my life been able to tolerate puke, blood guts cool, puke makes me puke. BT (before triplets) when the dog would throw up I would throw a paper towel over it and leave it for Jim. I once had a patient throw up while I was drawing her blood and had to quickly remove the needle and leave the room. I don't do puke!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we are now on day 3 of pukefest 2008 and I am surviving!!! Yay me. Unfortunately I have washed at least 6 loads of towels and sheets in the last 3 days, I have been thrown up on, my car reeks of it and I'm not sure I'll ever get it out of the carseat. I have slept with towels covering it so we could just sleep for a little while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abigail started Sunday, James joined her Sunday night, and Katie joined after her nap today. The first 2 have now moved on to diarrhea (yuck) so back to diapers for Abigail until its cleared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you feed them when even the BRAT diet doesn't work? Bananas nope, rice nope, applesauce well we haven't tried that one yet, and toast yeah they won't even eat that without something on it and that defeats the purpose. Also try explaining to a 2 year old they can't have milk. They don't understand and you can't reason with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched so much tv today I'm personally going to get sick if I have to watch one more Dora or Barney! Poor kids hopefully they can at least sleep tonight so we can start over tomorrow. With any luck Jim and I can stay clear but really what are the odds?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-1320313139461060506?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/1320313139461060506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=1320313139461060506&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/1320313139461060506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/1320313139461060506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-havent-puked.html' title='I haven&apos;t puked!'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-4355561484512985450</id><published>2008-05-23T19:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T20:10:58.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Changing Moments</title><content type='html'>3 years ago I waited very impatiently to see what the future held.  Jim, my mom and I all waited while the sono tech I worked for finished his morning and of course he was running late.  Finally my turn came along I was only 7 weeks pregnant but already my HCG levels were higher than normal indicating a possible multiple pregnancy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid on the bed and he ran the wand over my tummy and we waited he looked and immediatly found 2 strong heartbeats, and then he saw the 3rd sac.  There was a little heartbeat in there but it was so close to the side of the sac he couldn't be sure it wasn't just my heartbeat pulsing.  Having worked for an OB for a couple of years I knew he would get a better image with the "other" kind of sono so I quickly told everyone to please leave so I could take my clothes off and get under the sheet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim stayed in the room and he just kept saying " I told you, I told you this was going to happen".  He wasn't happy or excited he was purely terrifed.  I felt electrified and excited and more scared and unsure than I had ever felt in my life.  Surely enough the sono showed all three babies and my life turned upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had tried for a couple of years and at one point were told we had less than a 1% chance of ever having a baby without IVF.  When we did the first transfer we transfered 2 perfect 5 day embryos and I got a positive pregnancy test a short 7 days later but my numbers weren't good and only a few days later I lost the pregnncy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim wasn't really onboard with trying again but I begged and promised if we could try a frozen cycle I would give up my dream of being a mommy, he reluctently agreed.  2 months later we transfered 3 beautiful embryos and were told the chances all 3 would take was less than 10%.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years ago today I saw my beautiful rice sized babies and the most wonderful little heartbeats in the world.  Jim didn't tell anyone he didn't speak for 3 days he was just so angry and scared.  I told everyone!!! I had waited until we saw the sono to tell anyone so it was even more exciting to tell everyone there were 3.  My mom ran out that same day and bought me maternity clothes she was so excited she couldn't stop smiling and she was as giddy as a small child on Christmas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so amazing to me that now I have 2 1/2 year old triplets running around driving me crazy and occasionally bang my head on the wall but most of the time they melt my heart and make me the happiest woman in the world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have guessed that a moment desicion to transfer 3 microscopic embryos would forever change so many lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-4355561484512985450?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/4355561484512985450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=4355561484512985450&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/4355561484512985450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/4355561484512985450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-changing-moments.html' title='Life Changing Moments'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-72859839955375103</id><published>2008-05-18T20:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T08:21:07.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Sun</title><content type='html'>We had the best day yesterday the kind that reminds you how much fun it is to be a kid. We started the morning by going to the local miniature train, the kids LOVED the train. I've never seen James be so quiet he sat with his hands folded in his lap and every time the whistle blew he said "choo choo". When our ride was over he had a terrible fit because he wanted to ride again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to lunch let me tell you potty training and trying to eat is not fun! I think everyone was through eating before I got to sit down because one of the girls had to go every 5 minutes and then it was a toss up if they would actually go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nap we went to Aunt Linda's house and went swimming at the wading pool. We then had a picnic on her balcony and they decided it was time for a bath, unfortunately I didn't bring jammies so they played in the tun instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry no pics from the train I was an idiot and forgot my camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=5dbe3dcc7088dc15de66c9" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="600" height="526" wmode="window" allowFullScreen="true" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=5dbe3dcc7088dc15de66c9&amp;skin_id=601&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:600px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=5dbe3dcc7088dc15de66c9&amp;skin_id=601&amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/5dbe3dcc7088dc15de66c9/601.gif" style="border:0px;" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt3" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make video montages at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-72859839955375103?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/72859839955375103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=72859839955375103&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/72859839955375103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/72859839955375103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/05/fun-in-sun.html' title='Fun in the Sun'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-3365429419120128309</id><published>2008-05-15T21:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:13:45.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This will make you smile</title><content type='html'>Ok I can't help but share theis picture! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SCz50IuNXKI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ua2iiWyVqyo/s1600-h/IMG_1385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SCz50IuNXKI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ua2iiWyVqyo/s320/IMG_1385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200806343795891362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heres one of them all!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SCz50YuNXLI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rdq0IoDdU-M/s1600-h/IMG_1384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SCz50YuNXLI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rdq0IoDdU-M/s320/IMG_1384.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200806348090858674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you say blackmail!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-3365429419120128309?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/3365429419120128309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=3365429419120128309&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/3365429419120128309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/3365429419120128309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-will-make-you-smile.html' title='This will make you smile'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SCz50IuNXKI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ua2iiWyVqyo/s72-c/IMG_1385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-4266817997665907742</id><published>2008-05-11T20:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:08:29.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>I hope each and every one of you had a wonderful day with your kids and your own mothers. I hope that today someone took the time to tell you what an amazing mom you are and if they didn't I'm telling you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was pretty much the same as every other day my husband bought me a card which the kiddos gave to me this morning and that was the end of mothers day. It was back to laundry and naptime and the usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent the whole day being mad or disappointed in Jim for not making the day special. He told me "your not my mom". I know that the kids are going to learn from his example and if it isn't a big deal to him than why should it be to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight though I find myself thinking back to 4 years ago we had done a couple of rounds of clomid and they hadn't worked and Jim had just had his first semen analysis. We had just found out that we might never be parents. That was the worst mothers day ever for me, I couldn't imagine facing a day that just reminded me what I wasn't. Then there was the mothers day 3 years ago, we had just gotten the positive pregnancy test but not yet the confirmation from the dr. I had already miscarried from my previous IVF cycle and I didn't really know if this pregnancy would end the same way. I don't really remember feeling scared on mothers day that year though even though I hadn't told anyone other than my own mom I think I knew that I was going to be a mom. If only I had known then!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided that instead of being hurt or disappointed in my husband I'm going to try (please note I said try) to let those feelings go and just revel in the feeling of being a mom. This morning I woke up and there were three little beautiful wonderful beings there to greet me with smiles and hugs, this morning I woke up a mom, that my friends is the best feeling in the world even with the laundry and the whining and all the mundane things that I do. And even though no one uttered the words Misty your a good mom or thanks for doing what you do, I know that what I'm doing matters to my three blessings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to take some space to say Thank you to my own mom. She has been my hero for so long she made many sacrifice's and tough decisions concerning my brother and I and I can't imagine being nearly as strong as her or half as good of a mother. I'm so lucky because she is my best friend and my mom. She has a habit of telling people that they should be so lucky to have a daughter like me (ya she does this a lot it's a little embarrassing) but really everyone should be so lucky to have a mom like mine. Was that hard to follow? Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, thank you so much for making me the strong person that I am and helping me through all my hardships. Thank you for supporting me and listening to me with a full heart no matter what. Thank you for helping me survive infertility and a triplet pregnancy. Thank you for taking such great care of me and I pray that I never have to know first hand how tough my pregnancy was on you. Thank you for being the best grandma in the world and loving my kids as much as you love me. You are AWESOME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-4266817997665907742?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/4266817997665907742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=4266817997665907742&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/4266817997665907742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/4266817997665907742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-3983820136644984951</id><published>2008-05-07T20:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:37:44.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean Up Clean Up</title><content type='html'>everbody everywhere, clean up clean up everbody do their share... I think I love Barney tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mopped the kitchen today and the kids took turns helping me, they were so cute pushing it back and forth.  At dinner I had each child come and get their cup of milk and take it to the table and then we did the same with their fork and napkin.  I make their plates and take them to the table and I wasn't that brave.  After dinner they each brought their dishes to me and helped load the dish washer and then swept up the crumbs, cleaned the table and wiped down their chairs.  Of course James turned his plate over on the way and it spilled (on my clean floor) and they helped me clean it up.  Abigail told me "it's very hard mommy but I will try".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Katie sang the Barney song to us while we picked up toys!  Oh my they are so cute.  Of course tomorrow they will refuse to do anything in the least way helpful I'm sure and possibly they will be as rotten as they were yesterday but today I love being their mommy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-3983820136644984951?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/3983820136644984951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=3983820136644984951&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/3983820136644984951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/3983820136644984951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/05/clean-up-clean-up.html' title='Clean Up Clean Up'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-6204035462988799720</id><published>2008-05-06T20:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:37:36.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a crazy day</title><content type='html'>Ok so yesterday I started an entry (didn't finish) about how jealous I was of my kids. I was jealous of this great relationship that they are building and how much fun they are having. Well today......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie started whining at 430 this morning and except for a break at nap time and another short one this evening it didn't stop until she cried herself to sleep about 15 minutes ago! WTH happened to my happy girl? This morning I turned the tv on PBS kids and said fine watch whatever is on as long as you stop whining.  The unopened bottle of wine I bought a couple of weeks ago started looking really good at about 1030 this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I shouldn't really be jealous after all they had to listen to her whine all day as well and they got short changed on the attention and mommies patience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm maybe someday I'll finish yesterdays post but for today I'll just hit save....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-6204035462988799720?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/6204035462988799720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=6204035462988799720&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6204035462988799720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6204035462988799720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-crazy-day.html' title='What a crazy day'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-7989993987109620802</id><published>2008-05-04T20:07:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:13:47.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Farm</title><content type='html'>What a wild and crazy weekend we had.  Yesterday my family had our 1st family cooking competetion at my uncles house and I won!!! I beat all the boys with their grills with my brisket yay me.  There was so much smack talk going on it seems so right that I would beat them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the house right at nap time yesterday and let the kids sleep on the 45 minute trip which was fine they all did great with so little sleep.  Then when we got there they were so excited to see the goats and donkey and even more excited to feed them leaves and sticks (we almost stripped the poor tree).  Katie was very aprehensive but before we left she was finally feeding them as well. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SB5yi_BPZ2I/AAAAAAAAALU/2cGONsCL5w8/s1600-h/IMG_1265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SB5yi_BPZ2I/AAAAAAAAALU/2cGONsCL5w8/s320/IMG_1265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196716965389887330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie and Abigail decided they were spending the night with Aunt Linda and kept telling me over and over again it was time to go so we could get jammies and diapers.  Only when we got in the car did I realize it was already 8pm!  Wow the time flew by.  We pulled onto our street and James who had now decided he was staying with Aunt Linda as well started telling me louder and lounder "no home mommy, Aunt Linda", I explained I was just running in and they informed me they would wait in the car.  So we got to Aunt Lindas around 915 and when I left Aunt Lindas at 1030 (yes they were all still awake and behaving wonderfully), Katie decided she didn't want to stay so she was the only one to come home.  However she did sleep until 930 this morning wow that has never happened.  The other 2 slept until 830 and were all ready for a nap at 1.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to a birthday party and they had so much fun exploring all the toys it started a little sad for Abigail though she didn't want to give the present to the birthday girls.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have eaten so much junk this week it is crazy!!! Now that Nanny is back in Colorado and we have no plans this week I can get us back on track and routine and life can get back to its normal chaos yay!  I am potty training the girls.  James has no interest what so ever and I just don't feel like pushing him he will when he is ready and heck I'm already going to save a fortune on diapers whats diapers for one!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are really doing well with the PT Abigail refuses to wear panties which in itself is really funny and something we really have to work on this week.  I have tried every kind of panty made and the child refuses, not only refuses but has more accidents with panties than without.  So whatever we don't leave the house with bear butts so eventually she will come around right?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SB5yjvBPZ4I/AAAAAAAAALk/-g2LByCcGkI/s1600-h/IMG_1276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SB5yjvBPZ4I/AAAAAAAAALk/-g2LByCcGkI/s320/IMG_1276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196716978274789250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SB5yA_BPZ0I/AAAAAAAAALE/ulLgvhW1FoI/s1600-h/IMG_1247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SB5yA_BPZ0I/AAAAAAAAALE/ulLgvhW1FoI/s320/IMG_1247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196716381274335042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SB5yBPBPZ1I/AAAAAAAAALM/Qbrb7-4d_hk/s1600-h/IMG_1255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SB5yBPBPZ1I/AAAAAAAAALM/Qbrb7-4d_hk/s320/IMG_1255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196716385569302354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SB5xw_BPZzI/AAAAAAAAAK8/SMVkbFeXtN4/s1600-h/IMG_1238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SB5xw_BPZzI/AAAAAAAAAK8/SMVkbFeXtN4/s320/IMG_1238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196716106396428082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SB5yjPBPZ3I/AAAAAAAAALc/6iGAWAsJrWo/s1600-h/IMG_1271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SB5yjPBPZ3I/AAAAAAAAALc/6iGAWAsJrWo/s320/IMG_1271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196716969684854642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-7989993987109620802?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/7989993987109620802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=7989993987109620802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/7989993987109620802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/7989993987109620802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-farm.html' title='On the Farm'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SB5yi_BPZ2I/AAAAAAAAALU/2cGONsCL5w8/s72-c/IMG_1265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-3638547807168241028</id><published>2008-05-02T20:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T20:28:17.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I Was a mom</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone sorry I have been MIA for a month, wow how did that happen? Life has just been so hectic I had a month of clinicals for my phlebotomy certificate and was working 3:30 am to 12:30 pm. My children chose this time to not sleep through the night so I was lucky to get 3 hours of sleep each night and then maybe an hour or two at nap. I'm through and my mil left this morning so life should be getting back to normal now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much catching up to do and have started a list of things I want to share with you but tonight I just want to read about all my friends because let me tell you I really feel like I've missed watching your children grow in the last month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight I just wanted to share an e-mail that I received and I promise I'll start fresh tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you all like crazy and I hope you have missed me and will start reading again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before I was a Mom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought about immunizations.&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom:&lt;br /&gt;I had never been puked on.&lt;br /&gt;Pooped on.&lt;br /&gt;Chewed on.&lt;br /&gt;Peed on.&lt;br /&gt;I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I slept all night.&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom&lt;br /&gt;I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests or give shots.&lt;br /&gt;I never looked into teary eyes and cried.&lt;br /&gt;I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.&lt;br /&gt;I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom&lt;br /&gt;I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put her down.&lt;br /&gt;I never felt my heart break into a m illion pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that I could love someone so much.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I would love being a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom&lt;br /&gt;I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.&lt;br /&gt;I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-3638547807168241028?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/3638547807168241028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=3638547807168241028&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/3638547807168241028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/3638547807168241028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/05/before-i-was-mom.html' title='Before I Was a mom'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-7878542217033984613</id><published>2008-03-26T14:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:08:22.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up!</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys to leave you all behind things have just been busy. I can't imagine that I'm ever going to catch up on all my blog reading and I've missed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing James is doing great! He is eating, drinking, and sleeping and acting like a 2 year old which isn't always a good thing!  We didn't have to take him to the ER although Friday, and Saturday were just as rough.  Sunday he woke up in a great mood and drank and ate a little and then proceeded to do great the rest of the day.  He wouldn't eat anything but candy so we finally realized he was fine just playing us a little and put a stop to that Monday morning.  We saw the ENT Tuesday and all is well most of his scab is off and he looks great despite the 3 lb weight loss.  We go back in 6 months just to check the tubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday my sister in law and neices arrived from Colorado and they just left this morning so we have been busy visiting with them.  The kids loved their Aunt Pam however I realized after they left I got no pictures of them together what is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter was fun well most of it anyway.  The kids were excited about their baskets when they woke up and loved looking for all the eggs especially Abigail.  We went to Grandmas for dinner with the family and Katie and James did have a major melt down that required I take them to the car and threaten to take them home.  After a few minutes they stoppped and the rest of the day went great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics for you from Easter I must now try to catch up on the lives of my blogging friends!!!  Thank you all SO much for your prayers and support during James's recovery I will only say that it was horrible and in many ways it was much worse than the 6 week NICU stay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/view_slideshow_player?p=5620af35276fd423c85370" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="600" height="500" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=5620af35276fd423c85370&amp;skin_id=406&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:600px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/slideshow_player_link?p=5620af35276fd423c85370&amp;skin_id=406&amp;source=slideshow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/slideshow_player_link_image/5620af35276fd423c85370/406.gif" style="border:0px;" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=slideshow&amp;utm_medium=txt5" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Free MySpace slideshows, photo and video editing at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-7878542217033984613?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/7878542217033984613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=7878542217033984613&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/7878542217033984613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/7878542217033984613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/03/catching-up.html' title='Catching up!'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-3608231138295930359</id><published>2008-03-20T20:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T20:36:16.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No good news</title><content type='html'>I have no good news to report just the same crap that I've now been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;writting&lt;/span&gt; for a week. &lt;br /&gt;James is still not drinking or eating or doing much of anything for more than short periods of time.  He lays on me and cries "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;owie&lt;/span&gt; mommy" about 80% of the day, even in his sleep I can hear him whimpering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His lips are very dry and we are only peeing once or twice a day so unless we have a great improvement soon we will be in the urgent care tomorrow for IV fluids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; today and was told to go back to pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; every 4-6 hours round the clock to try to get on top of the pain and give him a dose of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;motrin&lt;/span&gt; to see if that helps.  Otherwise I have to force fluids the same way I force pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying the poor baby wakes up tomorrow refreshed and drinks!  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; said 1 week of hell so tomorrow at 9AM he should be better right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for your kind words and encouragement I'll let you know what tomorrow brings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-3608231138295930359?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/3608231138295930359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=3608231138295930359&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/3608231138295930359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/3608231138295930359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-good-news.html' title='No good news'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-6004469360372527733</id><published>2008-03-18T20:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:38:54.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Down Up Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; my emotions I'm talking about!  I somehow think if I can make it through this week I deserve an award and a vacation!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James is doing a little better slowly increasing his fluid intake although still not where it should be.  He is still crying tears (mostly at medicine time) and he is still peeing (although it's getting darker) so far no dehydration, he must be getting enough.  He is so much happier while taking the pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; but getting the child to take them is pure torture for me and him.  I have to hold him down with my full body  and blow in his face and pray that he at least gets half of it down!  Did I say how much fun this was?  Better yet did I express how wonderful of a mother this makes me feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not holding onto the poor boy I'm holding a girl, they are really getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jealous&lt;/span&gt; more so Abigail than Katie.  This was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;obvious&lt;/span&gt; by the lack of toys strewn across my house today regardless of the fact that it poured rain all day long so we never left the house.  They really didn't want to do much except be on me, sitting, climbing, reading, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I thought I was going to lose my mind, I guess the stress of the surgery and loss of sleep caught up with me, that and the 2 girls that came home rotten!  I know I was way harder on the girls than they deserved I just couldn't seem to control my emotions and actually cried several times (again mostly medicine time).  I ate so much crap I'm sure the scale will suck this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the hardest things with the girls is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;explaining&lt;/span&gt; why they can't have whatever brother is getting.  He will only drink flavored bubble water so I let him of course, well the girls don't understand that brother is sick and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why he gets it they get plain water.  This also comes up when James decides he is hungry because he hasn't eaten much of anything I'm constantly offering him something and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; Abigail and Katie hear this the want whatever it was.  I really hope all my children make it through this experience without hating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days down............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-6004469360372527733?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/6004469360372527733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=6004469360372527733&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6004469360372527733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6004469360372527733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/03/up-down-up-down.html' title='Up Down Up Down'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-4650932960199998957</id><published>2008-03-15T19:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:13:49.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery and recovery</title><content type='html'>So after a long night and fighting a 2 year old for over 24 hours no to drink I have a free second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls have been with my aunts since Thursday night and I'm missing them like crazy! We got James up just in time to leave yesterday morning and left without even changing his diaper so we didn't have to fight not having his milk. To my surprise he never asked for anything to drink or eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked and were put in a room where he quickly became fascinated with the buttons on the bed. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; button was a huge hit! We waited for a short time and then they gave him a sedative to drink and I carried him to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; surgery holding area. This was the funniest part of the whole day the child acted drunk almost immediately trying to touch things and not being able to and laughing. It really was funny. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;antistesioligist&lt;/span&gt; came in and talked to us and then they took him away. I haven't been that scared since the day they were born and wheeled away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgery was over in about 45 minutes and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; came out and said all was well. He said that the left tonsil was really bad that as soon as he touched it with the probe it started oozing yucky yellow crap. He said he had never seen one that bad on a child his size usually not until they are teenagers. I have to tell you this was the biggest relief to me it means I made the right decision and this hell is all worth it. For sure we would have been back there at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took about 10 minutes before they let me back but it felt more like weeks I swear I had awful thoughts about him coming out of recovery. When they let us back I could hear him crying as soon as they opened the door and I'm pretty sure I ran to him and cried. He was very upset but they gave him to me and after a few minutes he settled down. They let me carry him and they wheeled us back to his room, this was very strange since I was never wheeled out of this same hospital holding a child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were finally able to leave about 130 after he kept down a few drinks of milk. Then the real fun started. I fought him every 30 minutes trying to get him to drink anything or eat a Popsicle. He wouldn't do either until 530 when he ate 3 mini Popsicles. That was the last thing the child drank until after 9 this morning even though I woke him up every 4 hours and tried everything he would let it run out of his mouth or gag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called grandma at 9 and told her she must come try and she did. Can you believe with every option given to the child the only thing we could get him to drink was grandmas coffee!! Ya I know coffee for a 2 year old your thinking? Well I have never been so happy for my children to drink coffee as I was this morning. I thought for sure we were going to the ER today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've continued to fight him all day but he is taking sips and is still having tears and wet diapers so I guess it is enough for now. He is also up playing in short bursts so hopefully tomorrow will be closer to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of pics for you of yesterday.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R9x1uO8kl7I/AAAAAAAAAKU/5ObErOCUO2w/s1600-h/IMG_1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178143108715812786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R9x1uO8kl7I/AAAAAAAAAKU/5ObErOCUO2w/s320/IMG_1120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Surgery with Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R9x1ue8kl8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/fzZKLnJWEdI/s1600-h/IMG_1123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178143113010780098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R9x1ue8kl8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/fzZKLnJWEdI/s320/IMG_1123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After surgery attempting to eat the Popsicle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R9x1uu8kl9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/MPG5GeCOsN8/s1600-h/IMG_1125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178143117305747410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R9x1uu8kl9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/MPG5GeCOsN8/s320/IMG_1125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R9x1u-8kl-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/W11x1Zbut5o/s1600-h/IMG_1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178143121600714722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R9x1u-8kl-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/W11x1Zbut5o/s320/IMG_1126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Grandma holding his graham cracker ya he ate some if it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R9x1vO8kl_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/FKfV79TDNqs/s1600-h/IMG_1128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178143125895682034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R9x1vO8kl_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/FKfV79TDNqs/s320/IMG_1128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crashed at home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-4650932960199998957?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/4650932960199998957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=4650932960199998957&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/4650932960199998957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/4650932960199998957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/03/surgery-and-recovery.html' title='Surgery and recovery'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R9x1uO8kl7I/AAAAAAAAAKU/5ObErOCUO2w/s72-c/IMG_1120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-1067509476661589896</id><published>2008-03-14T20:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:51:44.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>James Update</title><content type='html'>I only have a second but I know many of you have been thinking of us today and I wondering how James was. He is very uncomfortable and we are having hell getting fluids down and he is fighting a temperature but he is ok. &lt;br /&gt;I'll post all the details tomorrow but thank you all so much for your prayers I definitely felt them today.&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-1067509476661589896?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/1067509476661589896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=1067509476661589896&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/1067509476661589896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/1067509476661589896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/03/james-update.html' title='James Update'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-5092229936576057468</id><published>2008-03-13T13:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T13:27:11.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Day at the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/view_slideshow_player?p=54249d6cfb2706c8fca6bd" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="600" height="500" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=54249d6cfb2706c8fca6bd&amp;skin_id=406&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:600px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/slideshow_player_link?p=54249d6cfb2706c8fca6bd&amp;skin_id=406&amp;source=slideshow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/slideshow_player_link_image/54249d6cfb2706c8fca6bd/406.gif" style="border:0px;" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=slideshow&amp;utm_medium=txt5" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Free MySpace slideshows, photo and video editing at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-5092229936576057468?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/5092229936576057468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=5092229936576057468&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/5092229936576057468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/5092229936576057468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-day-at-park.html' title='Our Day at the Park'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-4733707335741296628</id><published>2008-03-10T19:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:13:50.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallucinations and tricycles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me start by first thanking each of you that commented on my last post, your kind words were really appreciated. I am still very torn but as of right now the surgery is still on for Friday with the tonsil removal. I'll continue to pray for guidance in the meantime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; now to the more fun stuff!! Friday morning Katie woke up with a 102 degree &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;temperature&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't give her anything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; other than being a little clingy she was acting fine. By 1115 her temp was up to 104.3 and she was very clingy, so I gave her Motrin. She went down for a nap at 130 and seemed to be doing better the temp was down to 102. At 315 she woke up and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; knew something was wrong she was on fire. I took her temp and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thermometer&lt;/span&gt; said 104.7 and I knew this couldn't be right because it had only been 4 hours since she got her 6 hour medicine so of course I took it again with another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thermometer&lt;/span&gt; which read 105! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To say that I freaked out a little would be a little of an understatement I was shaking. I tried took her shirt off and tried putting a wash cloth on her while I fumbled for the phone to call the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; but she screamed like I was hurting her. Abigail came to me and said " no mommy don't hurt my sister". The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dr's&lt;/span&gt; office called me back and said to bring her straight in since it was so close to 5 and the weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I threw shoes on all 3 kids and ran out the door shaking and almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;crying&lt;/span&gt; for my baby as she cried " I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; mommy, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;", clearly she was not! When we go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; the real fun started she started having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hallucinations&lt;/span&gt; I swear! She was freaking out about butterflies and wouldn't get out of the car. By the time I got her in the office she was fine and then another couple of minutes later she screamed bloody murder, several of the staff ran out to see what was the matter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; how awful this scream was. Finally she told me their were bugs and she held onto me like nothing else. Around this same time she toots and has a blow out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt; diaper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We go back and the nurse takes her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;temperature&lt;/span&gt; and its down to 99.9, now how in the hell did this happen? The child wouldn't let me go and continued to freak out while we were in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; office but as soon as we got home she was fine! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; said she had some fluid in her ears but they didn't look infected so he figured it was probably just a virus, he did give us an antibiotic just in case. The child ran a little fever at 2am that night but other than that she is fine, nothing wring with her. How can a child go from 105 to normal so quickly? That child is going to push me over the top I think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had more excitement this weekend as the kids got tricycles! They loved them and had so much fun riding them in the driveway and then playing in the back of daddy's truck. They all tried so hard to actually peddle both girls crashed more than once but no one ever cried!   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R9Xrbu8kl2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/zz9uocSgolU/s1600-h/IMG_1105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176302208423335778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R9Xrbu8kl2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/zz9uocSgolU/s320/IMG_1105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R9XrZ-8kl1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/Gn-wyYHu5SM/s1600-h/IMG_1102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176302178358564690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R9XrZ-8kl1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/Gn-wyYHu5SM/s320/IMG_1102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R9Xsje8kl6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/aNeYl7AwWTs/s1600-h/IMG_1104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176303441078949794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R9Xsje8kl6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/aNeYl7AwWTs/s320/IMG_1104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R9Xrcu8kl4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KVBY5iBGdRc/s1600-h/IMG_1107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176302225603204994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R9Xrcu8kl4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KVBY5iBGdRc/s320/IMG_1107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R9XrcO8kl3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EjIPuCUscNU/s1600-h/IMG_1108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176302217013270386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R9XrcO8kl3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EjIPuCUscNU/s320/IMG_1108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-4733707335741296628?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/4733707335741296628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=4733707335741296628&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/4733707335741296628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/4733707335741296628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/03/hallucinations-and-tricycles.html' title='Hallucinations and tricycles'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R9Xrbu8kl2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/zz9uocSgolU/s72-c/IMG_1105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-6022273156062730802</id><published>2008-03-06T09:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T10:06:40.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'>James ENT</title><content type='html'>Just an update on my little man. He saw the ENT on Tuesday for a follow up and he is scheduled for surgery next Friday March 14 to have tubes placed, his adenoids and tonsils removed. I'm very scared and not entirely sure that I'm making the right decision regarding the tonsils. Heck who am I kidding I'm not sure I'm making the right decision period!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has fluid in both ears and the the tympanogram showed no movement in either ear he had a complete flat line in both. This means that his ear drum isn't moving and the way the Dr explained it basically James hears everything like he is underwater which may explain his speech. As for the adenoids it is a quick easy removal and to the best of my understanding he doesn't really need them anymore also if they are enlarged it can affect his speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the tonsils I'm not sure that we have a valid reason to remove them. James is a VERY light sleeper and a mouth breather and his tonsils are enlarged. The tonsils can stay enlarged or they could shrink to normal. Some people with enlarge tonsils have no problems at all others have recurrent tonsillitis and strep throat, there is also a possibility that his tonsils could affect his speech. There is some discus ion in the medical community regarding tonsil removal and the effect on immunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dr explained that he doesn't usually like to remove tonsils before the age of 3 because of the possibility of blood loss and blood volume but James is 28 lbs so he said that wasn't a big concern. My question was if we don't remove them now what are the chances they will need to be removed later and he said there was a good possibility, but as I previously stated there is the possibility they won't. As a mommy I'm thinking if we remove them now he won't have to risk going under anesthesia again. There is also a potential link between removal of tonsils and less asthma problems and since James has asthma I'm all for helping him with that! Also the older he gets the harder the recovery can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went ahead and said to remove the tonsils but every since then I've seriously wondered if I'm doing the right thing. Jim is not much help he doesn't have any real opinion other than if we don't remove them now and he has to go back it will cost us more in co pays! I've asked everyone their opinion and no one wants to come right out and say ya that's what I would do or no I would wait. I get the same ole well you are his mom and you know best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my mom license should be taken away and given to a much more competent person? So if you have any experience on this subject or not you can just tell me what you think and what you would do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-6022273156062730802?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/6022273156062730802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=6022273156062730802&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6022273156062730802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6022273156062730802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/03/james-ent.html' title='James ENT'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-8847170118822626851</id><published>2008-03-03T21:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:46:01.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I cook for what?</title><content type='html'>Why do I bother?&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I cooked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Salisbury&lt;/span&gt; steak, mashed potatoes, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;broccoli&lt;/span&gt; slaw. My children ate strawberries and the dog had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Salisbury&lt;/span&gt; steak and mashed potatoes. Gee glad I spent that hour in the kitchen cooking a nice healthy meal for my kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-8847170118822626851?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/8847170118822626851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=8847170118822626851&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/8847170118822626851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/8847170118822626851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-cook-for-what.html' title='I cook for what?'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-4974031790197182374</id><published>2008-03-01T22:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:27:42.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Night on the Town</title><content type='html'>Jim and I decided it was time to split these kids up and go out, so tonight the girls and I went out with Grandma and James went with daddy.  We decided even before the kids were born that we thought it would be important to spend time with the kids one on one.  We haven't been great about doing it though, I will occasionally take Abigail out with me to run &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;errands&lt;/span&gt; on the weekend simply because she doesn't nap as long as the others and Jim has taken James for a couple of daddy son trips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Grandma and I took the girls out for a nice steak dinner and then ice cream, James went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; and to see some of daddy's friends.  I think I got the best end of the deal because Grandma paid for dinner!  The girls had a good time and were so dang excited about having their own ice cream cup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma offered to help mix up Abigail's ice cream to make it easier to get out and Abigail quickly pulled it toward her and said "no".  Guess she thought Grandma wouldn't give it back!  The bast part was when Katie said "brother get ice cream too?", how sweet!  Then we took a little walk down to the grocery store the girls were running ahead just shrieking and jumping having a great time.  They are so easily entertained when we aren't at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt; life is good tonight steak, ice cream and a good night out with my favorite girls!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-4974031790197182374?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/4974031790197182374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=4974031790197182374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/4974031790197182374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/4974031790197182374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/03/night-on-town.html' title='Night on the Town'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-9040315544535119118</id><published>2008-02-26T07:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T08:25:35.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo much fun</title><content type='html'>What do you do when the weather is a gorgeous 80+ degrees? Well if you live near one of the best zoos of course you pack a lunch and head straight over! Yesterday was one of those perfect days that really make me glad to be a SAHM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the kids up, fed, and dressed and met some friends at the zoo for a morning of fun. We renewed our membership because both Jim and I adore the zoo and can't wait for the kids to feel the same, and I can honestly say 2 of the 3 think it's pretty cool! Any guesses who's still holding out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James my poor scarddy cat little man! It really started with lots of promise but quickly the baby monkey terrified my son. If I had a video camera I swear I could have won America's Funniest Home Videos! We were standing behind a small space of glass watching the monkeys swing and play and this little monkey about James size ran straight to the glass in front of James and smacked the glass and ran off, I promise the monkey was laughing! The girls squealed in excitement and I about died laughing but James screamed! The baby was playing with him, maybe it was a boy monkey and he has 2 sisters as well and he was saying "hey buddy I know how ya feel".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not our 1st trip to the zoo we had memberships last year and I took them at least once a month through the spring and summer. This was however the most fun trip. We took a single stroller and my friend with 3 year old twins brought her double and the kids all took turns riding. I really wanted them to walk more just to get used to it but they wanted to ride in the stroller. It was so nice not to have that giant triplet stroller or the choo choo wagon that while is adorable is a pain in the a** to get through lots of people and even more difficult to get close to the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was we weren't an exhibit at the zoo! You triplet mommies know what I mean. Even though they were all in matching orange shirts (so I could quickly find them in a crowd if we got separated), I only had one are they triplets comments! This was pretty cool we didn't get tons of stares and all the bigger kids weren't pointing and yelling look 3 babies! Usually people are trying to run me down or follow me and yelling can I see your babies, are those twins? You know the stupid comments that prolong your visit even longer and makes you want to shield your children from the ignorant questions that are sure to follow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit though in a way it was a little sad I have gotten so used to all the extra attention and of course I think my children rock so it was pretty different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-9040315544535119118?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/9040315544535119118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=9040315544535119118&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/9040315544535119118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/9040315544535119118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/02/zoo-much-fun.html' title='Zoo much fun'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-1219364107697464184</id><published>2008-02-20T14:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T14:15:08.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No stroller needed!</title><content type='html'>What happened to my sweet little babies?  They aren't babies anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the kids to the mall today I had something to return and then we just wondered around.  We were in the mall for a whole hour with no stroller!  Can you believe that?  It is just craziness I tell you.  They were so good I am so proud of my big babies!!!! They held hands the entire time, never touched anything they weren't supposed to and they never ran away!&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I punctuated with a LOT of exclamation points but I'm excited!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (heeheehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had another big kid moment when we got home...... James let our dog Trooper in from the back yard.  Yes this is important because that means he figured out how to unlock the door lock and the deadbolt and then open the door.  This is terribly scary since we have a pool in our back yard that isn't fenced in.  So from now on we must lock the very top of the door and need to discuss an alarm for the door I think.  I have a small cheap alarm on the door now but it sucks everytime you open the door it goes off great but it doesn't ever quit either without completly turning it off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe my kids are getting so big they are talking up a storm and I'm even beginning to understand more of James! Not sure if I'm understanding more of what he is saying because it is getting clearer or if I'm just learning his language.   Is there a way to slow this process down?  I've tried talking to them and explaining that mommy isn't ready for them to grow up yet, but they just laugh at me. &lt;br /&gt;Off to buy bricks for their heads maybe if I can't contain the inside I can at least slow down the outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aurggg ignore this misspelling, spell check isn't working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-1219364107697464184?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/1219364107697464184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=1219364107697464184&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/1219364107697464184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/1219364107697464184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-stroller-needed.html' title='No stroller needed!'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-8780862139806118269</id><published>2008-02-14T21:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:13:50.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>Our first (yes the date is wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R7UM7UeaOSI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bbDa75Ed_P4/s1600-h/all+3+first+valentine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167050360725584162" style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R7UM7UeaOSI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bbDa75Ed_P4/s320/all+3+first+valentine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R7UM70eaOTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/mdNkTVSed78/s1600-h/100_0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167050369315518770" style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R7UM70eaOTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/mdNkTVSed78/s320/100_0713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R7UM8UeaOUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8J9wQgcUZU0/s1600-h/IMG_0960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167050377905453378" style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R7UM8UeaOUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8J9wQgcUZU0/s320/IMG_0960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R7UM8UeaOUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8J9wQgcUZU0/s1600-h/IMG_0960.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it amazing how we've changed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-8780862139806118269?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/8780862139806118269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=8780862139806118269&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/8780862139806118269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/8780862139806118269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R7UM7UeaOSI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bbDa75Ed_P4/s72-c/all+3+first+valentine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-8825447081698106869</id><published>2008-02-13T21:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T21:32:34.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thngs they say</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've learned recently that I have to be careful about all words that I say not just the bad ones. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thanks- ok not really bad but coming from my 2 year old doesn't sound right&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm busy- Eek do I really tell my kids I'm busy a lot?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daddy's old- ok now who told them that one?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need a haircut- I hear this one every day and yes it's true but I'm not really brave enough to take them all to get a haircut by myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what else- I was prompting Katie to tell what she had for dinner and she would repeat something and then say and what else&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fat- I don't remember who it was in reference to or how it came up but why does a 2 year old know the word fat?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not right now- ya I hate it when I ask them to do something just to hear that!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mommy do it - this one goes right along with&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;brother did it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;James broke it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;James bit me- poor kid gets blamed for everything he needs to learn to speak soon!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dang it, dang it, dang it- OMG this is so stinking cute!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are lots more these are just the ones on top of my brain tonight.  Gotta go study now I have a test tomorrow and another Tuesday yuck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-8825447081698106869?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/8825447081698106869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=8825447081698106869&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/8825447081698106869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/8825447081698106869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/02/thngs-they-say.html' title='Thngs they say'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-1951152299825184279</id><published>2008-02-11T20:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:13:51.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinnertime Woes</title><content type='html'>Where oh where did my good little eaters go? Where oh where did they go? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinnertime has become such a fiasco that many nights I would just like to throw my hands up and say whatever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner at my house is usually just me and the kids, Jim comes home just before bed. I try to make something simple and healthy for the kids and I. Tonight dinner was enchilada layer cake (yummy weight watchers recipe) and sauted zucchini and onions. There was nothing new on the plate they have eaten this before, they all wanted onions and sour cream like me. Katie just liked the sour cream off her spoon and then played, James just sat there and asked repeatedly for more milk. My Abigail my usually not so great dinner eater was eating ahhhhhhh. I finally took the plates away and James and Katie and informed them they were through and welcome to get down at any time, this turned into full on scream so off to the quiet chair one at a time. Once they calmed down they started playing in the living room until I brought out the grapes for Abigail and then they were right back at the table again. I told them no grapes for them they didn't eat dinner, again back to the quiet chair for Katie and then James. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This continued until Abigail got down and I did the dishes. So my children went to bed without any dinner! OMG am I a bad mommy or what?!!? I refuse to be a short order cook they eat what they are served or they wait for the next meal. If it is something new and they try it and don't like it I'll make them a PBJ but only in that instance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some new pics notice the new orange shirt?  I love this shirt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R7EL-EeaONI/AAAAAAAAAIk/scr8bCjG1kA/s1600-h/IMG_0938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165923408551753938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R7EL-EeaONI/AAAAAAAAAIk/scr8bCjG1kA/s320/IMG_0938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R7EL_EeaOPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HHbiHVE62x4/s1600-h/IMG_0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165923425731623154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R7EL_EeaOPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HHbiHVE62x4/s320/IMG_0935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R7EL_UeaOQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/PU7uxPKj83Y/s1600-h/IMG_0934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165923430026590466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R7EL_UeaOQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/PU7uxPKj83Y/s320/IMG_0934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R7EOAEeaORI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wQKfTAJo1Z0/s1600-h/IMG_0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165925641934747922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R7EOAEeaORI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wQKfTAJo1Z0/s320/IMG_0927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-1951152299825184279?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/1951152299825184279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=1951152299825184279&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/1951152299825184279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/1951152299825184279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/02/dinnertime-woes.html' title='Dinnertime Woes'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R7EL-EeaONI/AAAAAAAAAIk/scr8bCjG1kA/s72-c/IMG_0938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-4503326355071712115</id><published>2008-02-05T21:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:13:17.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You want me to do what?!?!</title><content type='html'>Got the kiddos up and out early this morning and to the ENT for James's check of his tonsils and adnoids.  I expected it to be completely normal appointment so I didn't worry about bringing the girls and the distraction.  Not exactly normal but nothing really alarming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off he looks at James's tonsils and tells me they are a little enlarged (didn't seem to bothered by this), then he looks in his ears and tells me there is a lot of fluid behind his ears and asked if he had many ear infections.  He has had 3 in his life, one of those just a month ago.  It's possible the fluid is just residual from this infection but he wants to see us back in a month to recheck them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then informs me that there was a part of the hearing test he was concerned about but it could be because of the fluid (my fingers and toes are crossed).  Here is the part that I really needed my fairy Godmother to remove all the children so I could talk to the dr without interuption, although I really needed her to return my ears to my head so I could listen without hearing over and over "I'm concerned about this hearing test"!   I swear the Dr said those words and all questions and rational thought went out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best I heard and I don't understand sorry is that he passed the volume part something about 25 being the cut off for passing and James had a 25?  I looked on my friend google and I'm thinking he was talking about decibles in which case the lowest volum he hears is 25 decibles and this is ok.  The part that I don't understand was something about side to side hearing and him not having a peak.  He showed me a picture of what the graph is supposed to look like and James's was on top and the 2 looked nothing alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again all of this can be explained by the fluid as can the speech so a part of me will be ok if the fluid is still there because that would explain why I can't understand him, he is saying what he hears and if there is fluid it is garbled for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since his tonsils were enlarged he wants to get a better idea of the adnoids so he wants me to watch James's sleep and report to him next month.  Does he snore?  Is he restless?  Ok ok ok I know you guys are all thinking whats the big deal stick your head in the room after he is asleep and see or maybe you are thinking "gee lady why don't you already know these thing?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my problem and please no flames but I'm probably the only mom in the world that doesn't check on her kids after they go to bed at night.  First off I'm near blind in light but I'm completly blind in the dark, second I don't have great sleepers and why in the hell would I risk awakening my children once they are asleep? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they were really little I used to check on them and cover them up and no big deal somewhere along the way I got tired of not sleeping and started closing their door so they would be less likely to be disturbed.  I know bad mommy, I have gone in on occasion when someone was sick to check breathing but it always ends up waking 1, 2, or 3 babies and dang it I don't want to wake up 1, 2, or 3 babies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tell the dr that this would be difficult since they shared a room and his answer "I know".  Not I understand, no suggestions basically he was telling me I need the answer your the mom figure it out.  Any ideas moms?  I've thought of  a video monitor but I really don't have an extra $100 laying around to buy one and I've asked in my local MOM's group if anyone had one they would lend me but no takers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm throwing this out to you very smart moms,  how do I find out how my son is sleeping?  HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-4503326355071712115?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/4503326355071712115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=4503326355071712115&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/4503326355071712115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/4503326355071712115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-want-me-to-do-what.html' title='You want me to do what?!?!'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-6428687534317169406</id><published>2008-01-31T21:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:13:52.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie wants a baby brother!</title><content type='html'>We had a playdate this morning with my friend Dana and her kids Callie just 6 months older than the triplets and baby Jackson 2 months old. The kids were in love with "baby Jack" they wanted to hold him and love on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie especially loved the baby here she is feeding him.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R6KZ5Ef-VAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pz3gcTDlmv4/s1600-h/IMG_0920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161857328659452930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R6KZ5Ef-VAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pz3gcTDlmv4/s320/IMG_0920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked if we could keep him but his mommy said no! Darn it I was this close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few other pics from the last couple of weeks, I haven't shared pics in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James dressing himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R6KbZEf-VCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CT557NaYFII/s1600-h/IMG_0885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161858977926894626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R6KbZEf-VCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CT557NaYFII/s320/IMG_0885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abigail dressing the baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R6KbZ0f-VDI/AAAAAAAAAIM/k1bxtPL4Mpg/s1600-h/IMG_0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161858990811796530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R6KbZ0f-VDI/AAAAAAAAAIM/k1bxtPL4Mpg/s320/IMG_0908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little "thug" Katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R6KbaUf-VEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XD-mK8Bjb94/s1600-h/IMG_0910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161858999401731138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R6KbaUf-VEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XD-mK8Bjb94/s320/IMG_0910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R6Kc20f-VFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/v6BUADdHmxU/s1600-h/IMG_0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161860588539630674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R6Kc20f-VFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/v6BUADdHmxU/s320/IMG_0881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-6428687534317169406?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/6428687534317169406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=6428687534317169406&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6428687534317169406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6428687534317169406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/01/katie-wants-baby-brother.html' title='Katie wants a baby brother!'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R6KZ5Ef-VAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pz3gcTDlmv4/s72-c/IMG_0920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-2718157367532240140</id><published>2008-01-28T20:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:29:59.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to write this or even how to comprehend but I need to post asking for prayers for my friend and her family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my dearest friends gave birth to a baby boy on Saturday after a long and difficult pregnancy and this morning she had to say goodbye.  He was just over 28 weeks and weighed a little over 3lbs.  He fought for so long while his mommy did everything they told her and he just couldn't be strong anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Abigail weighed less and Katie weighed the same so I can almost picture her sweet baby angel and it breaks my heart how much she must be hurting.  I can't even imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive my sad post tonight but all I want to do is hold my babies tight and love them.  Please do the same with yours.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-2718157367532240140?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/2718157367532240140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=2718157367532240140&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/2718157367532240140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/2718157367532240140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/01/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-6435633162988291644</id><published>2008-01-24T08:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T10:20:16.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Speech Therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so finally James saw the speech therapist from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ECI&lt;/span&gt; on Tuesday and let me start by saying I'm not impressed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ECI&lt;/span&gt;. First it has taken FOREVER to get the poor child approved and now they are only going to come once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady was very nice but she kept saying over and over again how he was so borderline and she just didn't know if she should approve him. Then she recommends that we wait 3 months and have him re-evaluated, well now that sounds great except &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ECI&lt;/span&gt; only comes out until they are 3 and if I wait 3 months, it takes another 3 months to approve him then gee we get what 2 sessions before they pass him along to the school system? Gee doesn't sound like to positive of an approach to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James is a very smart child he understands most everything I tell him (when he wants to), and he is somewhere between 4-6 months behind on speech. Here is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;delima&lt;/span&gt; and please don't ever tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt; I made this post, I don't want my son to have the same difficulty speaking that his father does. Jim was in special ed in elementary school for no reason other than it was very difficult to understand him and back then they didn't know what to do for them. Jim is the ONLY one in his family to graduate from college and he is very intelligent but he has a very difficult time speaking in large groups or in stressful situations such as interviews. Jim has had a lot of trouble finding jobs in the past &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; he doesn't interview well. Heck I have to make him repeat himself multiple times very often just to understand him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James talks but 90% of the time you can't understand him and he is starting to get very frustrated and I'm sure discouraged because of it. On the other hand maybe I'm jumping the gun heck I spend half the time waiting for something to go wrong with one of my children simply because I've been so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys will tell me to follow my gut that the mommy instinct is usually right, but honestly my mommy gut is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;confused&lt;/span&gt; here to. I don't know if I need to push the issue or just take what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ECI&lt;/span&gt; gives and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime we have a hearing test next week and an appointment the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;following&lt;/span&gt; week with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt; to see check that his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;adenoids&lt;/span&gt; and tonsils aren't enlarged. I have a couple of numbers for private therapists that were given to me by friends that I think I'll contact for another opinion as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-6435633162988291644?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/6435633162988291644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=6435633162988291644&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6435633162988291644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6435633162988291644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/01/speech-therapy.html' title='Speech Therapy'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-1740453278595514150</id><published>2008-01-17T21:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:02:45.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Owies</title><content type='html'>Did ya know that Dora &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;band aids&lt;/span&gt; and kisses fix any kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;owie&lt;/span&gt;?  Interesting thought really if only it took the pain away when someone smacks you in the head with a broom or stopped the bleeding when you bit your lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Katie hit me across the back of my head with her little broom and when I yelped "ouch" she instantly said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dora&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;banbaid&lt;/span&gt; mommy?".  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt; now if I could figure out how to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;darn thing to stick to my head without pulling out all my hair it might work.  Abigail and James were instantly concerned and ran over to kiss mommy's head &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;aww&lt;/span&gt; thanks guys, and of course Katie joined in.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; what did the trick, how can you complain when you have the three sweetest babies in the world kissing your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while after that Abigail was eating a rice cake and bit her lip causing a very loud scream and then a nice stream of blood.  Once the screaming stopped what did she want?  "Dora &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;band aid&lt;/span&gt; mommy".  I tried to explain the the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;band aid&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't stick (do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;band aid&lt;/span&gt; companies realize the flaws to their design?) but she wouldn't hear anything of it and about that time James found a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;band aid&lt;/span&gt; lying on the floor.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Eeek&lt;/span&gt; where did that come from you may ask, well to be honest I'm not sure but there wasn't any blood on it so oh well, and besides she really only wanted to hold it it didn't actually have to go on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So see the important lesson here is keep Dora &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;band aids&lt;/span&gt; on hand they are very important to all that ail you. And thanks Cyndi  for introducing them to Dora &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;band aids&lt;/span&gt;, I almost had them convinced our store only carried the plain ones, and thanks Mimi for running out and buying them their own box, and thanks Grandma and Aunt Katie for allowing them to play with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Scooby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Doo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;band aids&lt;/span&gt; at Grandmas house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other important lesson here is kisses really do cure all!  My kids now kiss all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;owies&lt;/span&gt; and expect all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;owies&lt;/span&gt; to be kissed by all available parties.  You see the more kisses the less pain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-1740453278595514150?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/1740453278595514150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=1740453278595514150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/1740453278595514150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/1740453278595514150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/01/owies.html' title='Owies'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-3086295599526987865</id><published>2008-01-14T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T22:20:24.447-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>For me and poor James. My poor baby boy is trying so hard to speak but I swear I can't understand the words that come out of his mouth 80% of the time. The majority of the time I can figure it out based on where he is, what he is doing, what time of the day it is, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today though the poor child stood in front of me for no less than 5 minutes yelling the same thing at me. I had no clue what the child was saying as hard as I tried, I asked all the usual questions, I tried getting him to show me, he finally laid his head down on the table by me and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How awful for my child he wanted so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; to tell me and I just wasn't responding to him. Finally Katie pointed to James &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup laying on the floor and proceeded to tell on herself saying" I took it". What the heck are you kidding me child your poor brother is having a fit, your poor mom is adding to the guilt log, and you stole his cup? Really it was Katie, usually Abigail is my bully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ECI&lt;/span&gt; again today I called them after the kids turned 2 and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pedi&lt;/span&gt; said he wasn't on track but they came out and the first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;eval&lt;/span&gt; said he didn't qualify &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; he isn't at least 6 months behind (he is only 4 as far as an overall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;eval&lt;/span&gt; went). They told me then that they recommended having him evaluated by the actual speech &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;therapist&lt;/span&gt; (really what are you people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what I thought we were doing). That was 3 weeks ago and we still haven't heard from them for an appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a total positive note Katie peed in the potty all morning long only had one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt; accident, this afternoon wasn't as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; but I'll take what I get with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;Not to leave Abigail out she had her usual hour nap and decided that the other 2 were done as well so while I was in the kitchen she went to their room and opened the door yelling"wake up"! Really child do you not understand mommy likes the quiet time? And yes having only one child awake is quiet time around her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-3086295599526987865?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/3086295599526987865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=3086295599526987865&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/3086295599526987865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/3086295599526987865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/01/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-7189578370894741324</id><published>2008-01-12T22:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T23:12:27.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Guilt</title><content type='html'>Websters Dictionary has 3 definitions for guilt they are&lt;br /&gt;1: the fact of having committed a breach of conduct especially violating law and involving a penalty; broadly : &lt;a class="formulaic" href="http://www.m-w.com/dictionary/guilty"&gt;guilty&lt;/a&gt; conduct 2 a: the state of one who has committed an offense especially consciously b: feelings of culpability especially for imagined offenses or from a sense of inadequacy : &lt;a class="lookup" href="http://www.m-w.com/dictionary/self-reproach"&gt;self-reproach&lt;/a&gt; 3: a feeling of culpability for offenses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of them really hit on mommy guilt, especially the guilt of a HOM mommy.  I was visiting with a new mommy of triplets today and I was holding her very beautiful baby girl we were discussing the feeling of guilt as you let one or two or all three of our children cry while we deal with the others or simply stick our heads under the pillow and scream because we don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many stages and degrees of mommy guilt but tonight I think I'll just discuss a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;First feeling of guilt not being able to carry them all to full term causing them to be in the NICU out of my reach being poked and prodded and seperated..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being wheeled out of the hospital with only flowers in my arms, leaving my babies behind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not being able to keep up with breast milk supply for all three&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leaving Abigail behind- this perhaps will eat me up for the rest of my life.  I was so happy to be bringing two babies home but incredibly guilt ridden for taking away her brother and sister, I get tearry eyed now just thinking of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The countless times I couldn't get them fed in time and they screamed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The countless times they just wanted to be held and I just couldn't hold all three the way they needed.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Propping bottles, this is not the way you picture feeding your children or anyones children for that matter.  Feeding them should be a time for bonding not sticking a blanket under their chin while they lay on a pillow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;James getting RSV &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking Katie for antibiotic shots 3 days in a row.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking Katie to the ER for pneumonia and letting her have blood drawn and a cathater&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And tonight knocking my poor baby down to the hard concrete because I couldn't see her in the dark.  I knew she was there why didn't I make sure Daddy had her before I walked where I couldn't see?  I am blind in the dark I need more light than the majority of people and I know this.  It didn't stop me though I plowed right into her knocking her down and then sweeping her into my arms and getting her into the light as quick as I could to see what I had done.  Now it wasn't bad just skinned knees and hands.   Thank God her head didn't hit the ground.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There have been so many days of guilt and I know there are WAY more to come these are just a few. I always thought my mom was good at making me feel guilty for things but ha I couldn't even imagine all the guilt I had caused her.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-7189578370894741324?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/7189578370894741324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=7189578370894741324&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/7189578370894741324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/7189578370894741324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/01/mommy-guilt.html' title='Mommy Guilt'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-5469158550600818086</id><published>2008-01-09T22:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T22:11:50.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in for some trouble!</title><content type='html'>Oh me oh my I'm in for some trouble!  Aunt Linda is here finally to live for good yay!!!!!! I'm so excited I can't stand it but really how many "grandmas" do 3 kids need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is my Aunt Linda so the kids great aunt or is it grand aunt (we had this discussion earlier but whatever).  My kids already think they are the center of the universe and are so stinking spoiled it is unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yep now we have another person in our lives full time that thinks we are wonderful and yes I know that includes me to after all I was the princess around here before these kids came around (that includes you Sarah). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WELCOME HOME AUNT LINDA!!&lt;/strong&gt;  I'm so excited to finally have you in my life in Texas and I couldn't be more excited for my children to get to know you and love you like I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-5469158550600818086?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/5469158550600818086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=5469158550600818086&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/5469158550600818086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/5469158550600818086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-in-for-some-trouble.html' title='I&apos;m in for some trouble!'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-2795289835458563899</id><published>2008-01-08T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T21:51:38.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Daddy</title><content type='html'>My poor husband is being so mistreated and I have no idea what to do.  His own children are turning him away and crying for mommy in the morning not even allowing him to get them out of bed.  Now this is pretty common for Abigail and even James but Katie?  She is usually the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;daddy's&lt;/span&gt; girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mornings&lt;/span&gt; in a row now they have thrown an absolute fit crying "mommy, mommy".  Yesterday he carried Katie into the living room and she threw herself on the floor and cried for 10 min until I picked her up.  It took so long because James peed through his diaper and I had to find clean clothes and clean him up.  Oh joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this morning they all began with the no and he just walked out of the room and said "they don't want me".  I felt so awful, especially since he worked until well after they went to bed Monday night so he hadn't seen them in 24 hours.  Poor daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note my Granny is staying a couple of days with us.  That should be a happy thing but I'm a little bitter.  She lives with my aunt about 20 minutes away and has also has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;trailer&lt;/span&gt; on the lake about an hour from here.  She is 75 and hates to drive to my side of town because she is unfamiliar leading me to offer to come get her any time from either the lake or my aunts and she is welcome to stay her for as little or as long as she wants.  I've made the offer every month or so for over a year.  She hasn't even seen the triplets since she came for 1 hour last Christmas.  Well she finally came and the kids LOVE her.  It is insane how quickly they went to her.  James loves to just sit next to her on the couch and draw on his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;magna&lt;/span&gt; doodle and bring her books to read.  The girls have told her all kinds of stories and are amazed that she is Grandpa's Mommy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big fear though is that she won't keep it up.  When my brother and I were growing up Granny always had her favorite grandchildren and Robbie and I weren't on that list.  I don't want my babies to feel that same type or rejection and pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-2795289835458563899?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/2795289835458563899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=2795289835458563899&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/2795289835458563899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/2795289835458563899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/01/poor-daddy.html' title='Poor Daddy'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-7731632068274721654</id><published>2008-01-05T21:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T23:23:42.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag I'm It!</title><content type='html'>My turn! Yay thanks Tammie I've been having a blast following this thing around and reading everyones responses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share 5 random and/or weird facts about yourself on your blog. or&lt;br /&gt;Share the 5 top places on your “want to see or want to see again” list. or&lt;br /&gt;Share 5 things you never pictured being in your future when your were 25 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Tag a minimum of 5, maximum of 10 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.The tagees have a choice of which they want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm choices, choices I think I'll go with 5 random/weird facts although I really had to think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't like my food to touvh on my plate, I can't stand for anything to be mixed up that isn't supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't sleep with socks on my feet no way no how even if it's really cold I'll get under the covers with them and as soon as they are warm I have to take them off or I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I loved being pregnant and would LOVE to be a surrogate if my hubby would let me just so I could experience pregnancy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I still have the first positive pregnancy test from the triplets on my vanity in my room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. I hate jello it is slimy and yucky, unless it has liquor in it than it's a jellow shot and totally acceptable!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was really hard but trying to come up with 5 people to tag is even harder. I'm new to this whole blog thing so don't hate me for tagging you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dorinda, Jo, Amy, Stephanie, and Steffie (though I know you have no time) tag your it! I don't have a clue how to add a link? Anyone want to tell me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-7731632068274721654?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/7731632068274721654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=7731632068274721654&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/7731632068274721654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/7731632068274721654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/01/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag I&apos;m It!'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-2389388307044725044</id><published>2008-01-04T14:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T14:48:45.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go away, go away germies!</title><content type='html'>Sick again what the heck? Someone lied to me when the triplets were born and I want to know why? My momma told me that when you became a mother you were not allowed to get sick anymore. Well I hate to break the mold on this rule but what the heck already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to July I worked in a Dr's office for the previous 6 years (minus the 7 months I was off while on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bedrest&lt;/span&gt; and not sleeping with new triplets). During that time I never got sick maybe an occasional cold but nothing requiring a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dr's&lt;/span&gt; visit or antibiotics. Well since July I have been to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; (for myself) at least 6 times &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;? In July I was seen for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;incisional&lt;/span&gt; pain, in September I had horrible allergies, in October pink eye (the kids? nope) October more follow up for pain which the only answer I get is scar tissue and I can have surgery to remove when I'm ready, in November I got strep throat, and yesterday back for strep throat again. Again I ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;? I was exposed to germs everyday and don't get sick once now I'm exposed to nearly nothing and I'm best friends with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do I have strep throat which I will do my best to avoid passing along to my kids but my poor baby boy is sick as well. I took James to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; yesterday and he has a doable ear infection and asthma exacerbation so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;antibiotics&lt;/span&gt; for 10 days and oral steroids for 5. Poor thing was miserable yesterday but today seems to be better. Abigail on the other hand is now running a fever so I guess we need to share the germs. I'm feeling better today as well so maybe the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; was wrong and the test will come back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;negative&lt;/span&gt; for strep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fumigate&lt;/span&gt; the house? Do they make such a thing? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt; ideas.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-2389388307044725044?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/2389388307044725044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=2389388307044725044&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/2389388307044725044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/2389388307044725044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2008/01/go-away-go-away-germies.html' title='Go away, go away germies!'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-3450512365061278365</id><published>2007-12-31T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T20:27:32.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed name="FLVPlayer" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=" width="475" height="398" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;amp;p=4a0436c3c80b0e881da01f&amp;amp;skin_id=9&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 15px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px/20px verdana,arial,sans-serif; WIDTH: 475px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt2" target="_blank"&gt;Photo and video editing at &lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-3450512365061278365?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/3450512365061278365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=3450512365061278365&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/3450512365061278365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/3450512365061278365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year-photo-and-video-editing.html' title=''/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-6682434138011948174</id><published>2007-12-31T22:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T22:33:48.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay it Forward</title><content type='html'>2007 has ended showing the true kindness of strangers to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took the kids to the grocery store to pick up a couple of things and got a few extras that were on sale.  James and Katie were super excited because they got to ride in the front of the car cart or should I say drive while Abigail rode up front with me holding the groceries.  I decided to use the self checkout line because I could have better control over the kids in the cart.  I finished checking everything and then realized after tearing apart the diaper bag and my wallet that I had left my debit card in my purse at home.  I took the kids out to the car just to check and very embarrassed went back in and they told me they would just hold it until I got back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the kids out of the cart, stupid idea I should have just pushed it to the car and taken them out.  James threw a horrible, terrible fit to get out screaming vroom vroom and throwing himself on the ground.  So I carried him and held the girls hands in my other hand, this isn't any big deal we do it all the time and the kids are great about not running away.  I told James as we were walking out the door to please stop I was already embarrassed don't make it worse, a lady smiled at me and said "oh don't be embarrassed it's no big deal".  Abigail fell down in the middle of the parking lot and I had to carry her and James all the time trying to herd Katie to the car without holding onto to her very scary!  I got the kids in the van and noticed that the lady from the door was standing there waiting for me.  Well I had already lost my cool with James so I thought for sure she was going to give me a hard time but boy was I wrong. Instead she asks me to please stay while she buys my groceries so I don't have to come back and unload the kids all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a flood of emotions ranging from embarrassment that I didn't have my money and this woman must think I was poor, to overwhelming joy that there was that kind of person in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought my groceries out and I fell all over myself to thank her and I cried like a baby.  She just said "someday you will see someone that needs something so just pay it forward"! &lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it?  I have heard of this but never have been the receiver of such a thing how awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm on the watch out now for a way to brighten someone else's day the way this lady did mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope you all have a safe and happy new year I know that we will!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-6682434138011948174?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/6682434138011948174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=6682434138011948174&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6682434138011948174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6682434138011948174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2007/12/pay-it-forward.html' title='Pay it Forward'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-218596898561095671</id><published>2007-12-30T22:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T22:41:32.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The things we do</title><content type='html'>The things we do for our children and the things Grandma allow for their grandchildren are just amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered earlier in the week while trying to put together some of the kids Christmas presents that we had a piece missing, I stupid piece but an important one that allows James raceway to be put together a stupid arm that holds up the top ramp.  Well after searching high and low we decided it must have been thrown away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So getting back to the things we do, tonight I went to my moms house and we emptied 3 large trash bags in her living room floor and went through each box and every scrap of paper. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fortunately&lt;/span&gt; the boxes and paper were in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; bags from the other trash!  However, would you allow trash to be dumped in your living room?  I think not! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; 3 bags and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;countless&lt;/span&gt; bags later the piece is still missing.  I paid more than $30 for this thing it was such a cool toy, um I mean Santa and his elves worked really hard to make this toy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I guess I'll be contacting Fisher Price to see if I can just buy a replacement part or what I have to do, not sure if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Walm&lt;/span&gt;art would take it back (ya know the North Pole is just a l&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ittle&lt;/span&gt; to far). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ughhhh&lt;/span&gt; next year I'm coming up with a better plan for those toys that have to be opened but don't get put together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-218596898561095671?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/218596898561095671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=218596898561095671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/218596898561095671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/218596898561095671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2007/12/things-we-do.html' title='The things we do'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-7230519722095310944</id><published>2007-12-28T21:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:13:55.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapping Paper, Presents, and Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R3W-YBIoIcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/eA1eAVfkBgE/s1600-h/IMG_0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149231068798788034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R3W-YBIoIcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/eA1eAVfkBgE/s320/IMG_0810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally I have recovered from Christmas and can share my day sorry it took me so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas was as perfect as I envisioned it would be, only Aunt Linda and Uncle Darrell being here could have made it better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R3W-YhIoIdI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Gv9-ZxYO9T4/s1600-h/IMG_0818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149231077388722642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R3W-YhIoIdI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Gv9-ZxYO9T4/s320/IMG_0818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated the only way I know how and that is we spent the night at Grandmas and opened presents with lots of family. The kids went down just a little after 9 and with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exception&lt;/span&gt; of Katie wanting to play from 230 to 4 am they slept until 715. Katie really just wanted Grandma but I didn't want to wake her next year I won't make the same mistake. James woke up first and we went around and woke everyone else and then he took off to the tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To say they were excited would be a serious understatement! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; James started ripping open presents as soon as he got there not caring who's it was. Abigail &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;squealed&lt;/span&gt; with delight and jumped up and down, and my Katie had the biggest and best smile like only my Katie could have. I swear that smile makes the world a better place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We opened some presents and then sat down to have coffee, yes they had coffee too Grandma can't say no! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R3W-YxIoIeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hnykpkkaVQc/s1600-h/IMG_0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149231081683689954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R3W-YxIoIeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hnykpkkaVQc/s320/IMG_0836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then when Aunt Katie, Uncle James, Jimmy and Shelby got there and of course Mimi and Papa with Uncle Connor we opened the rest. Grandpa took James outside and gave him the present of the hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;James got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Papacycle&lt;/span&gt; or as the rest of the world calls it a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;. That child was so excited and so were the girls........ Until they realized there wasn't one for them to, oops Grandpa what were you thinking? The girls screamed, and cried and begged Papa for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;papacycle&lt;/span&gt;. Papa only stayed strong for a few minutes before caving telling them "I can't get it today but I'll get you one". Now they eventually got over it and I really hope he doesn't get 2 more but I have to say it was the funniest thing in the world. We laughed so hard, we were crying. We were laughing at Grandpa and Mimi of course how in the world did they think they could get away with such a thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R3W_nxIoIgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KfmhizGSxb8/s1600-h/IMG_0856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149232438893355522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R3W_nxIoIgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KfmhizGSxb8/s320/IMG_0856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later we had "champagne" (apple cider), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; I know coffee in morning, champagne at night I'm a bad mom! Turn me in already! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kiddos went down early and are still trying to catch up on some sleep sleeping until almost 8 this morning. Maybe I'll get lucky and they will do that again in the morning! Keep them fingers and toes crossed for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R3W_oBIoIhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/90fwznlz2jw/s1600-h/IMG_0867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149232443188322834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R3W_oBIoIhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/90fwznlz2jw/s320/IMG_0867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R3W_oRIoIiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_W_AU89keL0/s1600-h/IMG_0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149232447483290146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R3W_oRIoIiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_W_AU89keL0/s320/IMG_0851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R3W_oxIoIjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/g7-Mbc1YB0w/s1600-h/IMG_0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149232456073224754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R3W_oxIoIjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/g7-Mbc1YB0w/s320/IMG_0872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-7230519722095310944?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/7230519722095310944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=7230519722095310944&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/7230519722095310944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/7230519722095310944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2007/12/wrapping-paper-presents-and-tears.html' title='Wrapping Paper, Presents, and Tears'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R3W-YBIoIcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/eA1eAVfkBgE/s72-c/IMG_0810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-5947071391973810432</id><published>2007-12-20T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T21:44:44.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who spilled the beans?</title><content type='html'>Alright fess up who did it?  Who told my children Santa was coming?  I know someone must have snuck and told them that he would be here soon.  I just wished they would have realized that my children have no sense of time and they are expecting him everyday!&lt;br /&gt;Well at least thats what I'm guessing since we were awake early again.  Nope not 6 AM again, oh no this time we started the fun at 430 am! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me?  No one should be awake at 430 no one, least of all me I like 8 hours of sleep every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James who never wakes up on his own in the middle of the night, he will jump up quick if one of the girls wakes up afraid of missing something but never on his own.  Well last night he awoke at 430 and it surprised me so I checked on him like any good mother would right?  Well he was fine as soon as I picked him up and Abigail was fine too so we sat on the couch and had a drink.  5 minutes later I asked if they were ready to go to bed the kid walked himself to bed and then screamed bloody murder when I put him in.  Nothing was wrong with this child he just didn't want to be in his bed.  I walked out and let the child scream, and scream, and scream, and scream some more.   Finally daddy couldn't handle it anymore and thought well gee it worked so well when Misty put them in our bed yesterday lets try it again, so he put all 3 in our bed and left for the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How well do you think it worked?  Yep your right it didn't!  Daddy was able to leave and go to work leaving me with 3 overtired 2 year olds, but I was able to take a nap so ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the point is if you happen to talk to my kids in the next few days please don't tell them Santa is coming it will only wake them up and if they wake up I'm calling YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note Abigail learned a great new phrase tonight during dinner.  Well she didn't learn it at dinner she just decided to share during dinner.  She was trying to get her mac and cheese and the noodle kept sliding away, she would stab and say"damn, damn, dam", stab and say "damn, damn, damn".  I had to walk out of the room the first time and Grandma walked the other direction so that she wouldn't know we were laughing so hard we were crying.  The second time though I told her that wasn't nice and young ladies didn't say that word.  Do you think she learned, because as much as it shouldn't be damn it's funny!  Maybe I should tell her Santa said no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-5947071391973810432?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/5947071391973810432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=5947071391973810432&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/5947071391973810432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/5947071391973810432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2007/12/who-spilled-beans.html' title='Who spilled the beans?'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-7772439988475526990</id><published>2007-12-19T21:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T22:18:40.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Bed</title><content type='html'>At 6AM this morning I made an awful mistake that ended with 3 two year olds in my bed in hopes of getting another hour of sleep. Abigail woke up at 6 this morning and for some bizarre reason I got up and got her and took her to my bed. Well of course Katie and James were awake as well so I ended up bringing them to our bed also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me tell you my general rule is wake up before 7 and you stay in your bed I don't answer to any alarm before 7. Occasionally one of the kids will wake up earlier and they will cry for a little while and go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking? I knew better, I knew if one was awake all would be awake and I couldn't take one without them all. I would say I must have been half asleep but I had just gotten through telling Jim to just let her cry she would be ok, again let me adk what was I thinking......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago we got a new bed and Jim told me then we should get a king sized bed, but I didn't listen. Nope I said there was no way I was allowing my kids to sleep in our bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to guess how many times I've woken Jim up in the middle of the night to say you have to go to the couch I need your side for the kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya guess I should have listened, off to bed now to recoup my hour of sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-7772439988475526990?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/7772439988475526990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=7772439988475526990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/7772439988475526990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/7772439988475526990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2007/12/family-bed.html' title='Family Bed'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-18319988827658803</id><published>2007-12-12T21:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T22:25:36.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with Daddy and Dancing</title><content type='html'>Now let me start by saying Katie is sick however by the following video you would never know it. Also James is VERY wheezy today having had more than 3 Albuterol treatments but they both are acting like they are fine. Go figure. One hour prior to this Katie was laying on my lap whimpering and wouldn't let me put her down for dinner. I must have put something powerful in those fish sticks though because soon after she ate (on my lap) she was up dancing. Hmmm maybe it was lack of energy, did I feed them lunch today? Do raman noodles count for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this video of my lovlies dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZZ4TUlnif0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZZ4TUlnif0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Daddy and Abigail started a new game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cuwkU6a8m9o"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cuwkU6a8m9o&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-18319988827658803?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/18319988827658803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=18319988827658803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/18319988827658803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/18319988827658803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2007/12/playing-with-daddy-and-dancing.html' title='Playing with Daddy and Dancing'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-4630213495206838913</id><published>2007-12-09T22:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:13:56.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingerbread houses and Santa</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful holiday weekend starting with driving around seeing the Christmas decorations and ending with a visit to Santa. The kids loved looking at all the lights and the snowmen are great for bribing them when I'm ready to leave somewhere. Snowman, snowman, snowman they can't get enough and honestly neither can I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Grandmas last night to decorate gingerbread houses last night, I thought it was going to be a nightmare eating more than decorating not getting the whole idea but I was wrong. Well not totally they did eat WAY to much candy Katie put 2 layers of candy on her roof eating the first one. Aunt Katie helped Katie decorate hers, Uncle James helped James decorate his and mommy and Grandma took turns helping Abigail. They picked their own candy and put it exactly where they wanted taking very little advice or suggestions from us silly adults.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R1zEYrzovpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/tvoKrAJaOQg/s1600-h/IMG_0706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142200802905472658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R1zEYrzovpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/tvoKrAJaOQg/s320/IMG_0706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R1zEX7zovoI/AAAAAAAAADs/jqVyHs7lY94/s1600-h/IMG_0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142200790020570754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R1zEX7zovoI/AAAAAAAAADs/jqVyHs7lY94/s320/IMG_0692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R1zEZLzovqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/w3Q2FPNeXCI/s1600-h/IMG_0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142200811495407266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R1zEZLzovqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/w3Q2FPNeXCI/s320/IMG_0694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R1zF17zovrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2YqAuYlc1n0/s1600-h/IMG_0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142202404928274098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R1zF17zovrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2YqAuYlc1n0/s320/IMG_0714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McMoms&lt;/span&gt; Christmas party a little late so we didn't get to party much put they needed a little nap. The kids were so excited to see Santa but only Katie would go near him and sit on his lap. Katie loves Santa she is just amazed by the big man in the red suit. James stopped about 10 feet away and grabbed hold of me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;encouragement&lt;/span&gt; Abigail needed to do the same. So I sat on the floor consoling them while Katie saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I was able to sit down next to Santa and hold Abigail and James, while Santa held Katie and hopefully someone will share that picture with me soon since obviously I couldn't take it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R1zF27zovtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/izwk-H4Eyjg/s1600-h/IMG_0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142202422108143314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R1zF27zovtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/izwk-H4Eyjg/s320/IMG_0737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R1zF2rzovsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Obw0oPgkMn8/s1600-h/IMG_0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142202417813176002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R1zF2rzovsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Obw0oPgkMn8/s320/IMG_0738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended the day with a nice fire that they pleaded with daddy to "turn it on", and some nice footy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;. Oh its so cold I don't know how I'll ever get us out to the gym in the morning.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-4630213495206838913?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/4630213495206838913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=4630213495206838913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/4630213495206838913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/4630213495206838913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2007/12/gingerbread-houses-and-santa.html' title='Gingerbread houses and Santa'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R1zEYrzovpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/tvoKrAJaOQg/s72-c/IMG_0706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-2513732905795619347</id><published>2007-12-07T21:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T21:22:40.217-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring, Boring, Boring</title><content type='html'>I know I'm going to regret those words but they are so gloriously true!  My life has been pretty boring this week well mostly anyways.   Last week I had strep throat, how did that happen anyone know?  The last time I had strep I was 18 years old and someone else took care of me, this time I get it I'm on my own taking care of three other people.  I tried laying on the couch and whining but for some strange reason it didn't get me anything from the kids.  I guess I need to train them a little better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the triplets spent the weekend with Mimi and Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; MIMI AND &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GRANPA&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blissfully&lt;/span&gt; quiet.  Did I spent that time cleaning house, or shopping?  Nope, I spent 3 hours on Saturday working on things for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;McMoms&lt;/span&gt; Vendor night we had on Tuesday, then I went to moms house and made gingerbread houses.  That was pretty fun all the adults were there and we drank Gingerbread martinis, this weekend the kids get to decorate them.  Let me tell you some of them are huge closer to apartment buildings than houses!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I did reorganize the 2 play rooms and put together the new picnic table so I did accomplish something at my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was the dreaded Vendor night and the day started out awful, our electricity went out about 10 am and I still hadn't printed my documents for the night.  At noon I loaded the kids into the car and we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt;, before this I had to unload &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yayas&lt;/span&gt; from the washer where they were when the elect went out and put them in the sun in hopes they would dry before naps.  Grandma met us at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; and the kids did great they are minding so well in public I'm so proud!  Then I abandoned them without electricity and went to Stacey's for the Vendor event.  Thanks mom I appreciate all your help this week not sure what I would have done if you weren't off work!  You rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other thing going on this week is me trying to go to the gym.  A couple of weeks ago I won a 3 month membership at a gym and I've gone a couple of times my goal is 3 times per week but that hasn't happened yet.  Katie pitches the biggest fit ever and just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cries&lt;/span&gt; to go bye bye &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we go.  I don't know what I'm supposed to do about that child I have to go she has to get over it but I hate it!  Please tell me it gets better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See pretty boring no sick kids, no horrible temper tantrums, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;injury's&lt;/span&gt;, and no real drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; boring life!  Now I need to go knock on a lot of wood before I jinx myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-2513732905795619347?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/2513732905795619347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=2513732905795619347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/2513732905795619347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/2513732905795619347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2007/12/boring-boring-boring.html' title='Boring, Boring, Boring'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-4287348280427318156</id><published>2007-11-27T20:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:13:57.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R0zboLKn_fI/AAAAAAAAADU/ngo3-4rHC4c/s1600-h/IMG_0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137722758161497586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R0zboLKn_fI/AAAAAAAAADU/ngo3-4rHC4c/s320/IMG_0668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally got my tree up and an angel on top! Notice I didn't say anything about ornaments? Well we have about 10 paper mache ornaments that the kids have put on taken off the tree at least 30 times since nap time and that's all the ornaments we plan on this year. I was going to put glass ornaments on the top but I think this year I'll just have a few that won't break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the tree out and up while the kiddos were napping today and I couldn't wait for them to wake up, I thought for sure they were going to think it was so cool. Well I was wrong Abigail was the first awake and to say she was terrified would be understating the truth. The poor child began crying the moment she saw it and clutched on me like never before and didn't let up for 30 minutes. I sat on the couch holding her trying to figure out what to do I couldn't very well live the next 4 weeks on the couch (though I do like the idea). Katie woke up and Abigail screamed the whole time I was gone. Katie was scared holding on a little tighter and she didn't want to touch it but finally she relaxed and just stared while I held Abby. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R0zbnrKn_eI/AAAAAAAAADM/m_bxIrEoK4A/s1600-h/IMG_0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137722749571562978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R0zbnrKn_eI/AAAAAAAAADM/m_bxIrEoK4A/s320/IMG_0666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I bribed them off the couch with animal crackers and they began really checking things out, and finally wanted to put things on it. YAY!!! James woke up and was in no way concerned he was more interested in the animal crackers, boys. I had the best time showing them the ornaments and letting them put them on the tree. I even got a little misty eyed watching, remembering decorating the tree when I was a little girl and how much I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you notice Katie in the pictures, look at what she is wearing, any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note check out my family pic on the top don'tcha just love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-4287348280427318156?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/4287348280427318156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=4287348280427318156&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/4287348280427318156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/4287348280427318156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-have-tree.html' title='We have a tree'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/R0zboLKn_fI/AAAAAAAAADU/ngo3-4rHC4c/s72-c/IMG_0668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-8832820197756817589</id><published>2007-11-23T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T22:08:33.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas season has begun</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited the Christmas season has officially began!  I know Santa has been in the mall for a week and Garden Ridge put their stuff out months ago but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;geez&lt;/span&gt; people lets get past Thanksgiving.  There is even a radio station here that started playing Christmas music round the clock about a month ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas it has to be the most fun holiday and time of the year, but this year I am especially excited.  My kiddos are loving Santa, snowmen, and all things bright and shiny.  They saw an ornament that is on top of my piano that is Santa on a surfboard from Hawaii and they point and say "Santa, Santa, Santa" over and over again.  They tell everyone about Santa, and today they got Doodle Pros for their birthday and all they want is snowmen and pumpkins drawn for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming home last night from Grandmas one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;neighbors&lt;/span&gt; had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; house lit up and they got all excited.  I can't wait to take them to the mall to see Santa not sure they will sit on his lap but we will go look.  Also driving around looking at lights and singing Christmas music.&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine anything better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up at 6 am today and went shopping with Tracy and Mari.  It was so much fun and I am DONE for my babies &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!!!!  At least I plan to be through but you know how that really goes, you see something and somehow end up with it in the cart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toys R Us was a madhouse and the line was around the inside of the store so we left.  We went to Target and I didn't see anything wonderful but it wasn't to crowded.  We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; and ended up getting a second cart to carry all my loot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Sunday I can get my Christmas tree up although I'm a little worried about 6 little hands pulling it down! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I'm excited?  I LOVE LOVE LOVE Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-8832820197756817589?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/8832820197756817589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=8832820197756817589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/8832820197756817589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/8832820197756817589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2007/11/christmas-season-has-begun.html' title='Christmas season has begun'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-177746999985232192</id><published>2007-11-19T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T21:55:07.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible, sad day</title><content type='html'>Today will be marked on the calander as a day I'll never forget. My mil, bil, 3 nephews and niece are all visiting from CO for the week and today my sweet 10 year old nephew Joeseph was attacked by my dog. My sweet, loving Max attacked Joseph sending him to the hospital where he got well over 30 stiches in his leg, arm, and nose. His nose may require a plastic suregeon because it was punctured all the way through and down one nostril removing a chunk. He had a very deep bite in his leg that required two sets of stiches one inside and one out. His arm isn't as bad thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no idea what happened, Joseph walked out the back door closing it behind him to play with Max and Max attacked. This is so unlike my baby Max he has never so much as growled at my children even when they poked at him through his bed. The triplets run to the back gate when we get home on nice days to pet him and the only thing I've ever worried about was him knocking them down in excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has joked that Max was going to be my second set of eyes protecting the kids from harm. He became an outside dog after the triplets came home from the hospital because we worried that he might jump on the kids he was just a puppy only a year old and had so much energy when they came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got Max in 2004 after Jims last test came back with almost no motile sperm and we were told we wouldn't have children without IVF. He was my baby he consoled me in my need, he was a 30 lb lap dog terrified of my moms cats. He used to sit on the floor with his head on my tummy while I was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal contril came and took him away today to quarentine him for 10 days because he wasn't up to date on his shots and we released him to their care. After talking to the officer that came we signed him away because we just can't take any chances that he would attack our babies. The officer said that an animal that has attacked before is very prone to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please say a prayer for my nephew tonight that he heals well and that my baby is treated well and knows how much I love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-177746999985232192?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/177746999985232192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=177746999985232192&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/177746999985232192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/177746999985232192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2007/11/terrible-sad-day.html' title='Terrible, sad day'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-3543682160340403749</id><published>2007-11-15T21:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T22:02:28.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing</title><content type='html'>I'm learning new lessons daily from my trio, the newest is playing. When did the most simple fun things become so much dreaded work? I was watching my children today and I'm just amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dread doing dishes, not Katie she tells me all day long she wants to do the dishes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to psych myself up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;, not my trio they play chase all day long and laugh so hard I can't believe they can keep going. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am sick of vacuuming but James pushes that dang thing forever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I see a couch and think a nice place to rest, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Abigial&lt;/span&gt; sees the couch and removes the cushions and jumps and then jumps off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;When did I lose my fun?  How did life become so boring?  I am so addicted to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; laugh, their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;squeals&lt;/span&gt; of joy make me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;infinitely&lt;/span&gt; happy.  It is better than any drink or drug , if only it didn't always end in someone crying!   Tomorrow I vow to tickle them at least 5 minutes just to hear those laughs and then hug them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-3543682160340403749?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/3543682160340403749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=3543682160340403749&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/3543682160340403749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/3543682160340403749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2007/11/playing.html' title='Playing'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-7926999184090403964</id><published>2007-11-13T13:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T14:07:12.939-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Dr's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; not really but just for today can I say it?  We had the kids 2 year check up yesterday and it was a horrific experience.  I'll start with the good parts and then vent all my frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;Stats Abigail 26# 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; %  32 1/2 inches 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; %&lt;br /&gt;           Katie  24# 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;%   31 3/4 inches 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; %&lt;br /&gt;           James 27# 35&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;% 33 inches 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; %&lt;br /&gt;They all got their fingers pricked to check their cholesterol and a flu shot other than that no shots until 4.  Katie had a little ear infection but with no symptoms so he is going to let it run it's course and gave us a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rx&lt;/span&gt; in case she develops symptoms in the next 3-4 days.  James has to start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Singulair&lt;/span&gt; with his inhaler because he still coughs at night and wakes up wheezy.  James also needs to be evaluated by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ECI&lt;/span&gt; for speech development because he isn't progressing as well as the girls, he has a vocabulary of less than 50 words and doesn't put words together.  I'm not concerned but I think he should just be evaluated to see if he needs further help.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that they are perfect!  We start vitamins and 2% milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the vent or should I call it a rant?  Katie is terrified of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Dr's&lt;/span&gt; and nurses this is after undergoing countless exams, x-rays, 8 courses of antibiotics including 2 rounds of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Rocephen&lt;/span&gt; (daily shots for 3 days each time), ER visit for pneumonia that included a catheter, blood work , and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;xrays&lt;/span&gt;.  This was all in a matter of 2 1/2 months.  The poor child screams as soon as the nurse calls us back and doesn't stop until we leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; now that you have the background.  The nurse calls us back and of course Katie freaks out clinging to Grandma who tells the nurse she is very scared, the nurse never spoke to Katie never tried to calm her down nothing.  We get all 3 kids weighed and measured all screaming because if one is that upset they are all that upset and we go to a room.  The nurse took my immunization records and didn't come back until later, notice I didn't mention she asked if anyone was on medication, if I had any concerns nothing.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt; comes in looks at the charts and shakes his head he didn't speak to the kids, he didn't even look at them just sat down and opened the charts.  James was first and he grabbed him from me and put him on the table for the exam, James had some snot in his nose so the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt; held his mouth closed to force him to breath out of his nose while screaming to force the snot out.  He did this twice and I hope to never see it again by any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt;!  He did the exam on all 3 children on the table with me holding the kids down instead of my lab where I could at least make them more comfortable.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I asked a question he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;interrupted&lt;/span&gt; me and at one point asked my mother if I was always so impatient?  Can you believe this?  Yes I am a rather impatient person but I know that if I didn't ask my questions as we went along there wouldn't be a chance. &lt;br /&gt;He never so much as said anything to the kids not telling them what he was trying to do not making them comfortable again nothing!  My mom said that someone that doesn't like children shouldn't be a pediatrician. &lt;br /&gt;The nurse thought that it would be a good idea to do the finger prick on each child and then do the shots I quickly said uh no get both done so Grandma can comfort while we move along to the next child not hold them down twice. &lt;br /&gt;We left got in the car and I swear I cried like a baby I feel like my children were manhandled and they were rude.  I know my kids are only 2 and they aren't talking much but to not even say bye to sweet Katie that told them all bye &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; they walked out of the room?  Come on now. &lt;br /&gt;So now we find a new pediatrician I guess how do I do this I don't know everyone is going to think I'm nuts since we already changed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Dr's&lt;/span&gt; once. &lt;br /&gt;Today I called the eye &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt; to get their 2 year exam scheduled and was informed that he would only see 2 at one visit and we would have to come another day for the 3rd child.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; this is completely ridiculous since I have to take all 3 children why not see them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; I'm through I'm out of steam and besides if I don't go clean up the kids mess soon they will be awake and I won't get anything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;accomplished&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-7926999184090403964?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/7926999184090403964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=7926999184090403964&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/7926999184090403964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/7926999184090403964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-hate-drs.html' title='I hate Dr&apos;s'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-7716467484053917057</id><published>2007-11-10T23:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:13:58.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Abigail, Katie, and James</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/RzaWYiDn0wI/AAAAAAAAABI/KG5_eiwBaJI/s1600-h/IMG_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131454173638284034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/RzaWYiDn0wI/AAAAAAAAABI/KG5_eiwBaJI/s320/IMG_0474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/RzaWZCDn0xI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Z9cuHPlEBpI/s1600-h/IMG_0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131454182228218642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/RzaWZCDn0xI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Z9cuHPlEBpI/s320/IMG_0472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/RzaWZSDn0yI/AAAAAAAAABY/Ocd19u6IB5c/s1600-h/IMG_0558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131454186523185954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/RzaWZSDn0yI/AAAAAAAAABY/Ocd19u6IB5c/s320/IMG_0558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/RzaWZyDn0zI/AAAAAAAAABg/e8_APSDUsRg/s1600-h/IMG_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131454195113120562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/RzaWZyDn0zI/AAAAAAAAABg/e8_APSDUsRg/s320/IMG_0553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/RzaTNCDn0rI/AAAAAAAAAAg/le5pK2M01pk/s1600-h/IMG_0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131450677534905010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/RzaTNCDn0rI/AAAAAAAAAAg/le5pK2M01pk/s320/IMG_0469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe it my babies are 2, how did this happen? I can so clearly remember being pregnant and their birthday (well the actual birth anyway). I think I've fallen more and more in love with them since then and I don't even know how thats possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been talking about their birthday all week and so I don't think they realized until we got to their party that this was it. They were so excited when we got to Grandmas and their bounce house was their and and waiting for them. We got them dressed in their birthday clothes and we couldn't even get pics before the shoes were off and the kids were jumping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They partied so hard and so well, didn't even get to sleep until 930, hopefully they will sleep late in the morning. Their Aunt Lori made the birthday cake isn't it great! We had shirts and sweaters but it was over 80 degrees outside and I think the girls were precious in their dresses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They got lots of great presents, Grandpa and Mimi bought them a kitchen yay! They got dress up clothes can't wait and lots of new books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Grandma for helping make this day so wonderful, you are the best for letting us use your house and then leave it a mess. I don't even want to imagine what I would do without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love ya mom Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-7716467484053917057?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/7716467484053917057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=7716467484053917057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/7716467484053917057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/7716467484053917057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday-abigail-katie-and-james.html' title='Happy Birthday Abigail, Katie, and James'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/RzaWYiDn0wI/AAAAAAAAABI/KG5_eiwBaJI/s72-c/IMG_0474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-8440303091390729359</id><published>2007-11-08T22:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T23:00:36.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom, mom, mommy!</title><content type='html'>Can someone tell me how I became mom?  Up until a few days ago I was mommy, most of the time this was my very favorite word.  However a couple of days ago Abigail decided to call me mom and today Katie decided she would follow suit!  I keep correcting them I am not mom I am your mommy, I don't wanna be mom!&lt;br /&gt;Big kids say mom,  they are still babies they should be saying mommy right?  I though for sure I had a couple more years before I lost that title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other things......  I have been running around for 2 days now preparing for a birthday party!  In my house talk of birthday parties leads to talk of cake, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bounce&lt;/span&gt; house, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;balloons&lt;/span&gt;, and presents.  They are so excited this year Katie is trying to sing Happy Birthday it is so cute, I should probably record all her singing so when she becomes famous I can replay it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi has been so good to me she came over yesterday to watch the kids while I registered for school (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; I got in I'm gonna be a vampire), and today she came over so I could finish the shopping.  The girls were so upset yesterday when she left and today I was going to take James to get a hair cut but he wasn't leaving his Mimi.  So we all went to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;James's&lt;/span&gt; hair cut, he looks so cute with his big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt; hair cut (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sniff&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sniff&lt;/span&gt;).  When they woke up she was gone and they were just broken hearted, they love her so much.  I'm so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lucky&lt;/span&gt; to have a family that adores my kids and kids that adore their family even if sometimes that makes me second best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I made banana bread to take to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt; staff, last year I took cupcakes to them on their birthday and decided I would make it a tradition to celebrate the success of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt; and the care they showed my babies when I couldn't.  I know a lot of the staff will change but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; those nurses are taking care of others babies so it all works out in the end.    It must be hard for them to see babies so sick and fragile, watch some as they die.  I just want to thank them for what they do and what better time of the year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-8440303091390729359?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/8440303091390729359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=8440303091390729359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/8440303091390729359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/8440303091390729359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2007/11/mom-mom-mommy.html' title='Mom, mom, mommy!'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-3406040920737502831</id><published>2007-11-05T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:17:53.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey see......</title><content type='html'>Today it was 80 + degrees outside and my children never got dressed, they wanted to get naked this morning and because we weren't going anywhere I let them run around in diapers and panties only.  After nap Katie spied her monkey costume in the closet and really really wanted to wear it so I let her.  Well what 1 does they all do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 82 degrees in the house but that didn't stop them they all wore those costumes from 4 pm until dinner time at 630.  At one point they were laying on the floor watching Elmo and they were wrapped up in a sleeping bag!  What are they crazy?  It was so hot in here I was considering turning the AC back on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess when you are almost 2 your priorities are a little different its much better to be having fun than be comfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-3406040920737502831?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/3406040920737502831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=3406040920737502831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/3406040920737502831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/3406040920737502831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2007/11/monkey-see.html' title='Monkey see......'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-5807811008833286134</id><published>2007-11-03T19:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T20:07:23.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you,</title><content type='html'>you love me, we're as happy as can be..............  This was the song I heard from the back seat on the way home tonight.  Thats right my baby girl Katie knows her some Barney!!!!!!!!  Ok I swear they don't watch that much tv and have only been watching Barney for about a week now, I used the purple dinosaur to get away from the little red dude, I needed a break from Elmo.  I have always sang that song to them even when they were in the NICU I used to sing it to them so I guess my singing didn't traumatize them to much. &lt;br /&gt;I picked the monkeys up from Mimi and Grandpas tonight and can you believe no one wanted to come home with me?  What is wrong with my children they haven't seen me since Thursday?  Really am I that hard to live with.  I think they just get way to spoiled over there and heck if I was them I wouldn't want to come home either.  Lets see staying with PaPa that gives me everything or Mommy that loves that word no?  Hmm tough desicion. &lt;br /&gt;On another note James seems to be wheezing a lot and had to have a couple of albuterol puffs.  Hopefully that is just because they played so much outside, keep your fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I accomplish on my 2 days off?  I got my closet cleaned out I filled 2 garbage bags with clothes that no longer fit!  I cleaned the bathroom, 4 loads of laundry washed dryed and put away, cleaned the counter (well almost), caught up on TV, did some Christmas browsing and ate way to much of the wrong food.  Not much for 2 days huh?  It was kind of nice and peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;When can they come back Mimi and PaPa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-5807811008833286134?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/5807811008833286134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=5807811008833286134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/5807811008833286134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/5807811008833286134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-you.html' title='I love you,'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-6935089392929155322</id><published>2007-11-02T21:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:13:58.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/Ryvn_HdYllI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kL0CghopCy8/s1600-h/IMG_0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128447672211510866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/Ryvn_HdYllI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kL0CghopCy8/s320/IMG_0432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well lets just say I "forgot" I needed to write! Oops such a slacker lately. Life has been pretty hectic, why you ask? Because I have triplets that are almost 2 duh! Oh my I can't believe they are really gonna be 2 in just one week how did that happen. I swear all I did was blink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night my local moms group had our board meeting which is held in the hospital that the kids were born in. It really makes me nostalgic when I go there but last night really reminded me of how far we have come. It was just 2 years ago that everything spiraled out of control.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday Nov 7, 2005 I went to the hospital because the contraction monitor was showing to many contractions and my terbutiline dose couldn't go up anymore that night. There I met the worst nurse ever she had no compasion and took forever getting the heartbeats of all three babies and then checked my cervix boy was that painful. Even though I was contracting like crazy my cervix was still holding strong like iron so home I went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday I wake up or finally decide I can't fight it anymore and get up and set up my morning routine pee in a cup test for protein none, take my bp and sent results just a little high, set up for my home contraction monitoring. The nurse calls and makes me take my bp every 30 min for 2 hours and call her back. Still elevated so I went to see Dr Allen and my bp was still up but now I have protein in my urine and um I've gained 5 lbs since the day before! What? Off to the hospital I go, I remember telling the nurse I was going home the next day when she left I was certain I wouldn't be seeing her again. Mag starts not so bad at least they let me eat. The next day headache from HELLLLLL begins and I'm told the triplets are making there appearance the next day. My head hurt so bad we sat in a dark quiet room all night my mom getting warm blankets from the nurse every 30 min as they turn down the air for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then..............Abigail, Katie and James entered the world breaking my heart and filling it with the most wonderful feelings ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More about that later sorry not sure where all that came from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to bed, no kids tonight yay Mimi and Grandpa you guys rock!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-6935089392929155322?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/6935089392929155322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=6935089392929155322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6935089392929155322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/6935089392929155322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2007/11/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/Ryvn_HdYllI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kL0CghopCy8/s72-c/IMG_0432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-7164035433925256416</id><published>2007-06-11T19:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T19:41:21.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Asthma</title><content type='html'>Well today we got the official diagnosis of asthma for James, I figured he would get it eventually just not so soon.  Since going off his Flovent in April he has had a couple of small wheezing spells but nothing concerning but last week and again today we were in the drs office for real difficulty breathing.  Poor baby has to go back on the Flovent start 3 more weeks of prednisone and will try singulair to see if it helps.  He is a champ though I thought for sure the kid was gonna throw up he was coughing so much yet he still kept up with his sisters.  Dr Martin called him a happy wheezer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-7164035433925256416?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/7164035433925256416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=7164035433925256416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/7164035433925256416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/7164035433925256416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2007/06/asthma.html' title='Asthma'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-3390478634014429256</id><published>2007-06-06T20:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T20:27:04.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Highchairs!</title><content type='html'>YAY NO MORE HIGHCHAIRS!!!!  I'm so excited I took the highchairs in the garage and we ate at the table tonight.  The kids loved sitting in their big chairs at the big table and actually ate better than usual.  For the last week or so dinner has been awful James has been having meltdowns and no one was really eating but tonight was pleasant. &lt;br /&gt;We even turned off the TV and talked well as well as you can talk to 19 month olds that only speak gibberish!  Now the only delima is that they will have to feed themselves everything from now on including yogurt and oatmeal because I can't reach them all.  They are doing really well with a fork and spoon now though so hopefully we can manage without making a HUGE mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-3390478634014429256?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/3390478634014429256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=3390478634014429256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/3390478634014429256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/3390478634014429256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2007/06/bye-bye-highchairs.html' title='Bye Bye Highchairs!'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-1381918254290467976</id><published>2007-05-30T20:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T20:23:48.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No tubes!</title><content type='html'>YAY Katie doesn't need tubes.  We finally saw the ENT today and looks like all the damned antibiotics my child has taken since Easter have worked.  She said she thought we would be ok since she doesn't go to daycare it's now past cold season and she is 18 months old. &lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited I knew my baby girl was going to have to have surgery and I like my mom said we have to run out of such great luck at some point.  Guess not yet.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-1381918254290467976?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/1381918254290467976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=1381918254290467976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/1381918254290467976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/1381918254290467976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-tubes.html' title='No tubes!'/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311907223822942023.post-3667660802282965262</id><published>2007-05-28T19:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T19:59:12.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a memorial day this is!  Today I have such a heavy heart and am trying to keep faith in God.  There are currently 4 families that I have been constantly thinking about and praying for this memorial day.  I am counting my blessings and kissing my babies a little more.  First family is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McKinny's&lt;/span&gt; here locally that just last Wednesday delivered their triplets at only 22 weeks and are now planning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thier&lt;/span&gt; memorial.  The second is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;McConathy&lt;/span&gt; family with poor little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; he has been such a fighter born March 2 and his brother and sister dying on March 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt; is losing his battle and his mom and dad are having to make a VERY unimaginable decision for his life today.  The third is the Fox family that lost their second triplet daughter yesterday little Nina is still hanging in strong and I pray will stay healthy and be home with her mom and dad very soon.  The fourth family buried their 14 month little boy last week after he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;unexpectedly&lt;/span&gt; passed away in his sleep most likely from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SID's&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;How tragic for these families....  I don't understand how God can be so cruel and so kind at the same time .  I feel so incredibly blessed to have 3 healthy happy beautiful children while these families are going through hell.  I have cried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I've logged on today and read something new yet I can't stop thinking of them and looking for updates. &lt;br /&gt;What did I do to get so lucky?  Why not them?  These are questions I have been asking God for a while and I know that some day he will explain it to me today he is just busy welcoming his new angels and showing them their beautiful new home.  Please hold them tight Lord and let them kiss their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mamma's&lt;/span&gt; tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8311907223822942023-3667660802282965262?l=tripletblessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/feeds/3667660802282965262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8311907223822942023&amp;postID=3667660802282965262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/3667660802282965262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8311907223822942023/posts/default/3667660802282965262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripletblessed.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-memorial-day-this-is-today-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Tripletblessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16851124032175604772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1WuL3S9hA4/SVBVMVv2ctI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_Zw3kiO7Dmg/S220/IMG_2282.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
