Our family is complete! We continue the story of growing our littlest members. . .

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Crazy makes things happen.

This is the column NOT published in this week's paper - my husband censored it out as he didn't want everyone to know we were crazy. Too late for that.

            “I’m going to have permanent hearing damage!” I shouted in my husband’s ear.
            “Okay!” He replied.
            It was even louder than I thought. Or he was okay with my impending hearing loss. Hard to say.
            We crossed off one of Jesse’s Bucket List items on Saturday: See AC/DC in concert. Their lead singer, Brian Johnson, has left the band after being told he will have permanent hearing loss if he continues to perform (ironic). Time to see this iconic rock band was running out.
            Fortunately, another icon, Axl Rose of the equally legendary band Guns N’ Roses, is filling in for him before they all call it quits. While I thought this was a huge bonus – kind of two-birds-with-one-stone – Jesse the Rock Purist found it a bit disappointing. “It was Axl Rose doing AC/DC on karaoke.”


      It could be looked at that way, but it’s hard to imagine anyone else doing it justice.
            Though my ears physically hurt during most of the show, I was in awe. Not just the special effects, which enhanced the music just enough, but the music. In their 50s and 60s, these musicians proved that true artists don’t have to bow to convention, we’re only as old as we feel, and classics never die.
            It was a reversal of roles from our concert experience a couple weeks prior, when I sang along with Alabama and Jesse swayed back and forth. He won this time, so engrossed in every song and pumping his fist in the air like all the other hardcore rock fans in the Verizon Center. I bought some illuminated devil horns to blend in a little, which seemed to work.

            Yes, Verizon Center, and no, not the one in Mankato. We trekked to Washington, DC to take in this concert. Crazy? My mom didn’t use that word when I asked her to watch our kids, but I think she was thinking it.
            Sometimes a little crazy helps to meet goals.
            I told Jesse he should pick something fun to do since I got to work at the PGA, and this is what he chose. He didn’t have to invite me, but I’m glad he did.
            We talked about it for a while, as sometimes it’s hard to justify spending time and money on outrageous ideas. Could we really fly to DC just for a concert and fly home again all in one weekend? In 24 hours? Yep.
            We don’t have a lake cabin, or a boat, a camper, motorcycles, fancy cars, other fun things like that. We turned off our satellite dish. More experiences, less stuff  - it fit nicely into my new minimalist mindset.
            So we headed out for MSP Saturday morning with only what we could comfortably carry: phones, chargers, wallets, gum, sunglasses, regular glasses, and contact cases. I also brought some stretchy pants rolled up in the bottom of my purse, because after 28 hours awake I was going to need some stretchy pants.
            We rolled up to the airport in time to go through security, use the bathroom, and wait a couple minutes for our boarding zone to be called. No luggage, no hassle.
            DC is a great place to travel on a budget. The flight deal was good, but there are also so many activities free of charge. Without intention, we arrived at the National Mall in the midst of a cultural celebration complete with parade. It was a quite a spectacle, and at first glance one could not have been faulted for thinking it was an outdoor international showgirls’ convention:

We visited the Smithsonian’s American History museum, where they house Dorothy’s ruby slippers, Archie Bunker’s chair, and the actual enormous flag that inspired the Star Spangled Banner. I think it’s my favorite Smithsonian.

The right shoes have been important to
women for many years.

Before the concert we dined at the Gordon Biersch Brewery, a place we visit regularly in DC, which is fortunately just a block from the Verizon Center – excellent selection of house-made beers and pretty good food.

Somehow Jesse's pictures of beer always end up looking more like
pictures of my rack. "There's beer in that picture?" - anonymous friend.

Since we were able to find a flight that left at 6:00 a.m. the next morning, and the concert ended about 11:30 p.m, we opted not to get a hotel room and just spend the time wandering around the monuments. It’s so peaceful there at night, and we couldn’t have asked for better weather: it was a lovely 72 degrees overnight, and we walked about 15 miles from the time we landed to the time we boarded our plane home.


Did you know airport security is not open all night? I never thought about it, but it’s not. That being said, we could not return to the airport until about 4:00 a.m., when we finally flagged down a cab to take us there.
Things went downhill a little after that. The flight was delayed, and we sat in the last row so our seats didn’t recline (a nightmare when you’ve been awake for 24 hours). Since it was delayed we missed our connecting flight in New York and then had to wait at JFK for another one three hours later.
We were thrilled to score exit row seats with more legroom but saddened to find that they also did not recline. Jesse attempted to sleep against the wall and I sat perfectly straight up and down with my head occasionally bobbing and waking me like my kids in the backseat of the car.
            When the kids went to bed that night, so did we, having been awake for basically 38 hours.
You only live once. YOLO. I have a bracelet that says that, to which a teenage girl made a reference about me being too old to wear. That phrase was true and applicable before modern day hipsters turned it into a trendy acronym. So no, I am not too old. I’m still alive, and that’s the point. Live.

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

The end of fun/The start of school

Holy crap, two in a row. That counts as a streak, right? I sent these clowns off to kindergarten and third grade yesterday. There were a few tears from Eero, who is a big emotional teddy bear, but when they got off the bus they ran to me yelling "IT WAS THE BEST DAY OF SCHOOL EVER!" Which is meaningful even if it was their only day of school ever.

My column, published 9/7/16
The end of fun
            Overheard in the yard this past weekend during a family game of bat-and-ball: “Daddy, how ‘bout you put your beer down so you can catch the ball. That was terrible.” Can’t put much by these kids, even at age 5.
            I’m wondering if this is just us . . . seems like as the summer winds down we all of a sudden have an “oh crap!” feeling that time is running out on all kinds of summery activities. Then we spend the last week or so trying to pack them in and promising to do the ones we missed next summer. I’ve been saying for two years that “next summer we’ll go to the waterpark in Willmar”; I don’t know how much longer they’ll believe me.
            For some reason our kids think that once school starts, fun stops. This last weekend, on top of other regular activities like catching up on laundry and mowing the lawn, we had to play ball, go to the ice cream stand, take a bike ride, use the grill, roast marshmallows, have a family movie night, and take a cruise in one of the old cars.
            Don’t get me wrong- it’s all good stuff and we enjoyed ourselves, though the kids’ excessive begging for fun makes it a little less fun.
My children have lovely smiles but I swear when the camera comes up
they are Chandler Bing trying to take engagement photos. 
            Labor Day Monday we decided to take in the Sunburg Trolls car show in the ’48 Ford coupe. I think hanging around my husband this long has affected me more than I thought . . . walking around oogling classic automobiles is a very enjoyable way to spend a summer day.
            It’s also very mean to bring a bunch of kids who can’t help but touch everything they see to a “look but don’t touch” event. But a great lesson in restraint. They get that from me – I’ve been scolded more than once for getting too close to art in a museum. We’re a curious bunch, I guess.
            In spite of my new minimalist way of living I wouldn’t mind having a ’68 or 9 Corvette convertible, and a ’59 Impala. Apparently I’ve also become a lover of Chevrolets. Hmm.
            Since we were already halfway there I suggested we head up to Glenwood, grab a bite to eat, and wander through the car lot the kids and I checked out a few weeks ago while we waited for a train. There were lots of Corvettes and Camaros to drool over. And there still were, if a person has $72,000 for that kind of thing.
            Before our continued coveting of cars we lunched at the Lakeside Steak and Chophouse, voted by WCCO viewers as Minnesota’s Best Lakeside Dining, and for good reason – fantastic view of Minnewaska right at the water’s edge, delicious food, lovely accommodating staff. The lunch menu is quite condensed compared to the after-4 version, so it’s probably even better in the evening!
            We watched fish swim by the dock, threw rocks in the water, and just enjoyed the breeze. It’s a great place.
Our stop to throw rocks and watch fish in Lake Minnewaska - I think I will always love this picture.
            There is a beautiful new playground across the parking lot from the restaurant, so we let the kids burn off some steam before getting back in the cozy car to go home. Since we had the equipment to ourselves Jesse and I joined them on the climbing apparatus, and I was relieved to know I was still not afraid of heights and could move. The white hair I spotted a couple weeks ago has me nervous.
            At the risk of sounding sappy (apparently I made a lot of moms cry last week), I couldn’t have asked for a better way to spend the last day before school starts. Together, doing things little boys love, without crazy planning or spending a lot of money. Simple family time.
            They were a little whiny at the car show, and I reminded them that that attitude is what causes them to stay home from things like the State Fair, which Jesse and I visited alone on Thursday.
            Our kids have been to the big fair a few times, which is certainly fun, but it’s hard to beat adults-only wandering around the fairgrounds, having a Red Sangria beer from the Schells booth at 11:30 a.m., meandering through the International Bazaar without the worry of people breaking things (I left Jesse by the Summit-on-a-stick stand), and taking in the Alabama concert that night.

We were not too disappointed to find that the fair has been overrun with beers to sample. 
We tried a deep fried Milky Way (eh) and tater tot hot dish on a stick. 
The shape of it made me giggle because I have a dirty mind as I age, but also I had a large beer before that.

            That concert was a bucket list item of mine, and though my husband can school me on a lot of music trivia, I sang along to every song they played while he swayed back and forth. I win. Hearing Mountain Music live has got to be one of my all-time favorite concert moments.
            If you’re a fan, and you can find them performing somewhere, do go see them. They have to be just as good as they have ever been.
            Summer is over, but that doesn’t mean the fun ends. Next week the boys start piano lessons. That should give me some material.



Friday, September 2, 2016

It's just that I'm lazy.

Remember me? I used to blog here. And I have no good excuse for not posting the weekly column I have been writing in the Kerkhoven Banner ("syndicated" by the Raymond and Clara City papers as well). We'll call it laziness.

But for the folks who don't get one of those papers, here is my column from this week's papers, August 31, 2016. I will try to add pictures from time to time to make it more interesting.

It’s not you, it’s me
Like many parents, this time of year is bittersweet for me - we send our babies to school, back from summer vacation or off for the first time to kindergarten. I am ready, make no mistake about that. It's not possible for us to entertain and stimulate them all, all day long, as they experience in school. However, when it's kindergarten . . . it's scary. When it's tripled, it's indescribable.
I am dumbfounded as to how these last five and a half years west so fast. These three little boys, who have given me my first white hair, extra skin below my belly button that will never leave without a surgical procedure, and yet expanded my heart more than I thought possible, will get on the bus to kindergarten next week.
Three years ago I addressed our Hurricane as he went off to the big school, and now I will do the same for our little ones.
Dear Eero, Rex, and Magnus,
This day has really snuck up on me. Truthfully I think I’ve been in denial. You know, how you all are when I tell you to come inside and get ready for bed and you pretend you don’t hear me.
Kindergarten, I can’t hear you.
It’s not that I don’t think you’re ready. Preschool has served you well, and I know you will love going to school with your big brother and getting to know Mrs. Carlson. She’s wonderful.
You’ve mastered letters and numbers and colors and shapes, standing in a line, waiting your turn, and all of those things from preschool that I could not have prepared you for myself. It’s not you, it’s me.
I’m not ready. I mean, I’m ready for you to stop bugging me every day to turn on Rescue Bots for the sixth time that week. And I’m ready for you to eat whatever meal is put in front of you at lunchtime because you won’t have me to make you a peanut butter sandwich instead. I’m ready for you to leave the cushions on the couch all day. 
I’m not ready for you to not need me. All of you at once.
That, however, is the beauty of what you have - each other. I cannot begin to fathom the closeness you feel with one another, together since birth in everything you do. I get a glimpse when you decide to all pack into the recliner and look at a book, or line up to jump off the edge of the pool at the same time. It makes my heart happy.
And while you have each other to lean on, I hope you continue to branch out and find your own ways in the world. That built-in support will be huge, and your dad and I will do our best to continue to foster your independent spirits.
There will be so many new people in your lives beginning next Tuesday, some we know, some we will get to know, and some we’ll wish we didn’t know. Your little curious, innocent minds have really yet to be tainted by any bullies or frenemies. I know you’ve got each other’s backs, as does the Hurricane, but I hope I never get a call from Mr. Keil saying you’re all in his office at once.
Eero, you are so sensitive and care how people are feeling. Your emotions and intuition are so fine-tuned, more than some adults I know. It might be that you’re enormous for your age and have white hair, but your peers are drawn to you and I know you’ll make a lot of friends.
Rex, your quiet demeanor and conversation skills are developed well beyond your years. I can almost see the wheels turning in your head while you think, and your typically intelligent responses make me feel even dumber than usual. School will come so easily to you.
Magnus, your energy and motivation is second to none and I get tired just watching you on full tilt, all day long. You have always been the smallest but the first to do everything; you’re one of the most determined people I have ever met. That will take you anywhere you want to go.
  I’m trying to hold it together because, even though it’s so exciting to go to the big kids’ school, you’ll be a little nervous, too. That’s only natural. It’s the start of our ever-separating lives, and it’s scary for you and heart-wrenching for me.
Remember in the car on the way to Grandma Mary’s last week? Magnus started crying and said he didn’t want to go stay at Grandma’s, he just wanted to stay home with mom. Why? I asked. And he said through his tears, “I just really like you.”
I really like you guys, too, more than you could ever realize. But you will really like kindergarten and it will love you. And I’ll be right behind you, encouraging, pushing, holding on and holding my breath, watching you move forward and waiting for my moment to jump in. I’ll be ready for that, ready when three of my favorite people need me. Always.
Love you so much, Mom

Enjoy the last few days with your favorite people. And cheers to getting them out of our hair for another nine months.

Friday, March 22, 2013

I can still blog, right?

I'm going to jump back into this and pretend I didn't stop doing it over a year ago. Once in awhile I see someone who says they're so sad I stopped writing this, and truthfully I am too. Something had to give. Between grad school and work, having a kid who's starting to be involved in things and three other kids who are tearing my house apart (Triplets 3, Living Room Lamps 0), I lost time. I also stopped much of the cleaning at our house so it's not the only thing I let go.

My aunt LeAnn told me that when her boys turned one it was the thinnest time of her life because all she did was chase them around. I agree with the second part. . . we do a lot of chasing. And I'm happy to report that I'm only two pounds away from pre-triplet pregnancy weight. May still need a mini-tummy tuck, but we'll worry about that later, as I continue to work out and will see how much skin is left as the weight falls off. I bought a treadmill, a lifelong dream, and walk/run in the basement to get away from everyone sometimes, watching Netflix on the iPad (episodes of Extreme Couponing or B-list movies I never got to see).

The winter has been so oppressive, as it has for everyone, but with all the kids cooped up for weeks and weeks we're all going a little nutty. People marvel when I take them out by myself, but sometimes I just can't listen to them whine at home anymore! So we go to Target and/or Cub, which the little boys call "Popcorn" and "Cookie" respectively, because that is what they have to eat when we go to those stores. Their visual literacy is kind of amazing, as they recognize those logos and instantly start saying those words.

Yesterday we traveled to St Cloud to get haircuts (they all cried, except Axel I guess) and new shirts to wear for 2-year pictures. The triple stroller doesn't fit through doors so we take the double and do something with the spare kid...sometimes he sits on the front wheel, though when Eero fell off and clunked his head on the Herberger's floor a few weeks ago we stopped that. I then put Magnus (little guy) on the handlebars for a nice view, but he continually kicked the other two in the head. "Just so you know," a random JoAnn Fabrics shopper told me, "the one on the top is kicking the other two." Thanks, lady. Anyway, Axel is now big enough to be more help than hinder, so yesterday we rented another stroller in the mall and I made him push. He only ran into three people, one kiosk, one Gap clothing rack, and let the stroller roll down the ramp by itself twice. But no one got kicked in the head.

Brief recap of the last year . . . we traveled to DC with the whole famdamly in April and are going again this April, but leaving the little ones with Gamma Mary as it will cost an extra $1000 or so to bring them since they are now two. Last summer they would have lived outside if we had let them. They're very good eaters, sleepers, and entertain us beyond our dreams. We had a very fun Christmas and "Tractor!" birthday party - they love tractors and all things on wheels, as one would expect.

Eero is very mechanical and takes everything apart - empties drawers then puts them back together just as he found them as he is also a crazy organizer. He is the most emotional and laughs or cries without much provoking. Rex is so docile and lets life happen to him. He's particular about some things (which chair he sits in and what shoes he wears) but otherwise super easygoing. Magnus is the instigator and a pint-size bully. He's very silly and independent, and has no problem slapping people in the face if they don't do what he thinks they should be doing.

I will try to do a brief photo synopsis soon, when I get a chance.

Also we are aging . . . I have begun using anti-aging skin care products to combat fine lines and Jesse has way more gray hairs on his chin than he used to. But, life is good.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

A Very Triplet Circus Birthday

The fastest year of my life!  Our baby boys turned one.  On their actual birthday we gave them some bakery cake with blue frosting and watched them make a mess of it.  It was so fun to watch each boy treat it differently.  Magnus was kind of timid at first, and we switched to Rex, who totally annihilated the cake into a pile of cake rubble.  Back to Magnus, who must have picked up on this and really got into it himself.  Then Eero, who didn't use his hands at first and just stuck his face in it like a dog.  It was awesome.  Pictures below.

So that was actual birthday.  Baths for everyone afterwards!  I felt kind of bad working that day and not spending all day with them, but I only spent a very short time with them on the day they were born, so I guess it was okay. 

For their birthday party, we chose to follow along with the theme everyone imposes on us - a circus.  Sometimes it's silly to have themes, I think, but it makes it easier to figure out what to serve and how to decorate, etc.  I know they're only one and don't know the difference, but it's fun for the rest of us.  Circus peanuts for everyone!  Yes, we had the big orange marshmallow shaped like a peanut (Jerry Seinfeld refers to them as door stoppers).  We also had plates that featured elephants balancing on balls and tigers jumping through flaming hoops.  The centerpiece was a big top cupcake stand, and for an appetizer (which means our meal wasn't ready on time - huge shocker) we had popcorn in red striped bags.  We also had clown noses for everyone, which was maybe the best part!  I have leftovers if anyone would like one.

Here are the pictures from the day:

Axel the Clown
 Winston and Lorraine the Clowns (my grandparents - what good sports!)
 This is all Rex did with his birthday party cake - hold it lovingly.
 Magnus remembered how good it could be, and he started hard. . .
 Eero was not into it either, other than a few finger pokes and face rubbing.  I think I ate his cake.  Jesse made this homemade snow white butter cream frosting and it's heavenly.  Mostly Crisco and powdered sugar with a little almond flavoring.  Mmm.
 Now he's really getting into it.
 Studying his mess. . .
 This is blurry but such a good action shot!
 So pleased with his mess!
 What goes with chocolate cake?  Milk, of course!
 I think Rex misunderstood what to do with the clown noses.
 Here is a rare photo of the six of us.  Not bad.  The best part may be Winston & Lorraine in the background, who appear to be making a getaway.

I will write again soon, I promise!  I've added two blogs today, the other about losing my dad five years ago, which I started that day but didn't get to finish. 

Can you believe they're a year old?  Holy crap!

Another day we'll never forget . . .

Who else has failed their resolutions?  I tried to write on February 12, but somehow I turned the keyboard wacky and couldn't type normally anymore.  I haven't gotten to try since then.  Here is the post I started that night. . .

Exactly five years ago at this time, we were saying goodbye for the last time to my dad - passing away from cancer and leaving us with more sadness and heartache than I knew was possible.  I remember actually saying to Jesse at some point in the days before that moment that I didn't know someone could actually hurt so much.  Surely other people were aware of this, but I had yet to experience it.  It was a bad day.

And here we are, five years, four kids, and a world of difference later.  I wrote this for my weekly column - it sums up how losing my dad affects my life today.

Difficult Concepts

                When I was young my dad would roll up some money in his hand and tell me I could have that money if I ate something I claimed to dislike, such as coleslaw or a Subway sandwich with everything on it.  When I refused he revealed a hundred dollar bill.  This happened more than once until the time I actually agreed and ended up with a one dollar bill.  I still have no idea how he predicted that would be the time I’d fall for it.  I’m pretty sure he had magic powers.

                We were sitting in Subway a couple weeks ago; Jesse, Axel, and I were eating our subs of choice and feeding morsels of them to the babies.  I don’t really get my money’s worth there, as I get the meat, cheese, maybe toast it, and then no veggies.  We’ve already had this conversation – I do not enjoy vegetables.  Axel eats them like candy, and his subs are no exception.  He wants everything on it but the jalapenos. 

                This day was no different, and I told him how proud his Grandpa Dean (my dad) would be of him for his good eating habits.  Then we had a difficult conversation.  This week it will be five years since I lost my dad to cancer, and Axel, just having turned four, never met him.  When I told him Grandpa Dean would be proud of him, the wheels turned in his head while he chewed and finally he asked, “Will Grandpa Dean always be died?”

                Yes, I had to tell him.  When people die they are never going to be alive again.  Forever and never are hard concepts to explain to a little kid.  It’s like the time an elementary student I was reading with asked me what humidity was.  How does one explain humidity to a young mind?

                Then the questions came, not new questions as we’d talked about it before, but he wanted to know all at once – how did Grandpa Dean get sick? Who made him sick? Why? Where is Grandpa Dean? Where is that? Who else is there? Can I go there? So he’s not coming to my birthday?

                I try to talk to Axel about his Grandpa Dean when the opportunity arises so he knows him – what a wonderful person he was, how much we all loved him, and how he would have enjoyed Axel and his brothers so.  They could have tagged along in the truck, bugged him for Harley rides, or put barrettes in his hair like I did when I was little.  I suppose little boys wouldn’t enjoy that so much.

                I say, when it’s appropriate, that Grandpa Dean would be proud of him, such as when he orders a sub with the works, or is polite to strangers.  Axel also loves to watch the news and ask questions – he still wants to know why the cruise ship crashed in Italy and who put that rock there.  My dad watched the news, read the newspaper, listened to news radio.  He would be proud of Axel’s grasp on current events – it’s better than many adults.

                It’s hard to keep a memory alive without going overboard; I don’t want to depress Axel or his brothers for never having the opportunity to know this grandparent.  But I also want them to feel close to him and learn a little family history.  In addition to the news-watching and sub-eating habits, Axel is like my dad in many ways and I want him to have a connection to the man even though they will never meet on earth.

                I keep a couple of pictures of my dad around, and have his work boots sitting by our fireplace.  I think of him when I see anything related to Harleys, Peterbilts, supreme pizzas, big mustaches, brandy, practical jokes, Louis L’Amour books, the US Navy and anchor tattoos, the Vietnam War, beef cattle, John Candy movies, and sunrises, to name a few.  My brothers and I all have “Life is Good.” tattooed on our left forearms (his catchphrase for as long as anyone can remember), which is a daily reminder of his influence.

                This column about my love for my dad and my heartache for him never meeting my kids could fill up this newspaper and many others, so I will just leave it at that.  He was the most important man in the first 25 years of my life; even after I met Jesse it was probably still a tie.  I believe God sent me five other men, my husband and four sons, to help fill that loss.  I’m glad He did, as long as these four little men, descendents of Grandpa Dean, hold off on the brandy and tattoos for a few years.

 So today was not a good day.  I was doing fine with the idea of the anniversary, until this afternoon when I read my brother Adam's post on Facebook, remembering Dad, and I lost it.  Just a little, because there is a four year old here who keeps an eye on me all the time.  If I'm doing anything out of the ordinary he asks me a hundred questions about it, so I try to maintain a certain demeanor if possible.

It was hard to do that today.  Rex has some kind of phlegmy coughing sickness that he can't shake, so he requires extra attention.  I went to the Cities Friday night for a museum visit I had to complete before my Saturday morning class at Augsburg, so Axel was hanging on me more than usual.  Last night we had the fire department holiday party and didn't get in bed until after 2:00, which the babies don't know, so they were up by 7:00 or so, and Jesse was a big pile most of the day.  He's 36, so I'm waiting for him to know better.  No sympathy here.

I also fell down the stairs this afternoon, which didn't help matters.  My ass bounced off of every one of our wooden stairs, until I made it to the landing and rolled over, wondering what just happened and how I managed to do that.  I was not gawking around, carrying anything, in a hurry, nothing.  Just had slippery cashmere socks on and BAM down I went.  I had a huge purple bruise on my butt for a good week, but other than that was okay.  Thankfully.

Going to switch modes to a new post now - baby boys had a birthday!

Friday, January 20, 2012

A day we'll never forget

This date sounded familiar to me, January 20th, and though I have been thinking about it for a few days up til now I kind of forgot until about an hour ago. At this time, exactly one year ago, on January 20th, I had just landed on the roof of North Memorial Hospital and was in the process of being checked over by a never ending stream of doctors and nurses and residents and passersby.  I flew in wearing a hospital gown, had my purse but not my phone, and I didn't leave for almost six weeks.  What seemed like a normal Thursday turned into what will probably/hopefully be one of the craziest and scariest days of my life!

I would never have guessed that I'd be living in the hospital.  I'd bought and read a book about expecting multiples, which had quotes from mothers who had been through it.  One woman talked about spending bedrest in the hospital, and I remember telling Jesse about it and we both said, "that would suck." The first few days, it did.  But I kind of got used to it, and though I don't miss having a giant belly and proportionate back pain, or the incessant IV ports in my arms, I do miss having time to myself, my own bathroom, control of the remote, and three meals and snacks delivered to my bedside daily.

And here we are, a year later, preparing for Axel's 4th birthday party and chasing three little crawlers around. Three little boys crawlers - never would have guessed that either. Our house is a disaster most of the time, and we get half as much sleep as everybody else.  I'm only about 12 pounds off of my pre- triplet pregnancy weight, fitting back into my old jeans (okay, with a bit of a muffin top, but they zip).  Overall, we're happy and blessed.

I don't have much else to say right now.  If you're wondering what happened a year ago, check out the post from that time.  Must have been about January 22, if you're looking back through the old ones. 

A couple pictures, because it seems these posts just aren't as interesting without them.

Magnus is the little explorer. He doesn't sit still long, and he's not afraid to go off where no one is and check stuff out. Here he climbed under the changing table, and is always ready with a smile for the camera.

All three of the little boys get their turns, and this time Axel decided to focus on Eero. They are playing under a blanket on the floor.

This picture just makes us laugh, because Rex is so sedentary. He's starting to crawl now (last one), and maybe he'll tone up, though I hope not. All the other boys are so skinny.