Breaktime is over

I took the week off.  Sorry to anyone who was checking for an update and never got one!  But now I actually have some interesting, baby-related things to say.

Yesterday Eero, Rex, and Magnus had their 4-month check-ups.  Wow, I know, four months already. . . crazy!  Pretty much all good news from the appointment, too.  Eero is up to 12 lbs 2 oz now, Rex is 12 lbs even, and Magnus is 9 lbs 13 oz.  They've all tripled their birth weight and have made progress on the growth chart.  Rex and Eero even made it on the chart now, and Magnus is still in the negative percentile, but all of them made big 'catch-up growths' since their 2-month appt.  Quite a change for us since Axel has always been in the 90th and above percentile.  Mags needs another follow-up with an Ear, Nose, and Throat specialist, as he has kind of a phlegmy rattle in his throat and breathing sounds like work for him.  If he didn't have a check-up yesterday I probably would have brought him in to find out what that was, because it sounds awful!  I don't want him to work so hard to breathe.  The doctor thought it could be related to his reflux, and also may be contributing to his not being as vigorous an eater as the other two, so hopefully we can get this taken care of and he can catch up to his brothers!

Their doctor thought they should have their iron levels checked, so after our visit she sent us to labs to prick their heels and check hemoglobins.  We ended up with a trainee, which was fine, except that she had a well, let's call her a bitch, training her.  This poor girl could hardly touch the babies without this woman telling her she'd done it wrong.  Eero's sample clotted because his blood came out slow, which was not the trainee's fault, but then this evil woman said we had to prick him again and "This time, I'll do it," as if she can make him bleed faster.  We wanted to whisper to the girl who tried her best that we knew it wasn't her fault, but never got a chance.  I hope that woman didn't follow her around all day.

I've seen out my windows that it's been raining a lot - I don't get to leave the house that often even if it's not, so it doesn't affect me as much as it does most other people.  Before the excessive rain I was able to try out the triple stroller we acquired a few weeks ago; other than the flat tires it worked pretty well!  Jesse was not around to help me fill the tires at his shop, so I decided I would push it up to the gas station and get some free air there.  There's a big sign that says 'air', but no hose, so that was useless.  Also, an old lady cut me off with her minivan as I walked down the street and asked loudly, "Are they really triplets?"  No lady, I had one baby, but I love pushing four foot wide strollers with flat tires so I borrowed a couple of babies to fill it up.

Last Thursday Jesse and I actually got to leave home by ourselves for the first time since all the boys have been home.  We took the '57 Chevy to a photography gallery opening and dinner at the Lakeside Ballroom on Lake Minnewaska in Glenwood. which is delicious!  We've only ever been there for weddings so it was fun to just dine as regular people and be out on a date.  We even managed to talk about things other than little boys for most of the time in the car and at dinner.  Hooray, we still enjoy each other's company.

I will close with a couple of Axel's quotes since we missed a week.  I had a hard time choosing one this time, because honestly, every third thing he says is hilarious, but here goes:  In a sing-songy voice, "Mom, if you be a good boy maybe I'll bring you to the Pizza Ranch."  And secondly, in a nonsexual way of course, "Let's go in the living room and tickle ourselves."

Okay, so sometimes we do dress them alike, if people gave us three of a kind.

I just thought this was funny - Mags is so casual.

After lunch today I walked to the mailbox.  Axel ran after me in his underwear and mudboots yelling, "I'm coming too!" He didn't make it to the mailbox, because there's a big puddle next to the driveway.  Yeah, it was about 62 degrees at this point, and as we stood on the porch in sweatshirts Axel played in the puddle in his underwear.  In these pictures he ran and actually fell.  When we got him out of there he took his second of three showers for the day, and fell asleep on my shoulder as I fed a brother.  At least he wears himself out.