LOTS of rainbow toes today!!! :)
Letting their toes dry in the sun...
Emily, Hailey, Addy
Saturday night, we had our triplet friends over for dinner. (These are the triplet girls who share my girls' bday) My girls are so in love with Chris & Carolyn's girls it is so cute. They each have their little "friend" that they always want to hold. Now all of their dolls are named "Sydney, Brooke, and Taylor" too. I love seeing them act like big sisters! :) 
Sydney, Addy, Taylor, Hailey, Brooke, & Emily
Going for a walk in their girly baseball hats from Papa Hank. :)
I LOVE SPRING!!! Tulips in our front yard....
Here the girls are with Grandpa Joel and Grandma Gwen! They miss them a ton already!!!
Em - lovin' life :)
Hailey and Grandpa Joel bonding
Grandma Gwen and Emily
All 3 girls in the baby crib that I used to play with when I was little. My grandpa made it for me! Not it is REALLY being put to use!
Hailey, Emily, & Addy checking out the animals at the zoo. I never let them get out of their stroller when we go to the zoo because I'm afraid they'd all run in different directions. Grandma Gwen and Grandpa Joel were with me so we let them out. And even with the one on one attention, it was STILL a challenge keeping up with these 3!!!
Your stroller has its own zip code.
Dinnertime is officially declared an Olympic Event
You arrive at your doctor’s appointments early just to read the magazines in peace.
Your husband has seriously tried to motorize your stroller.
There is no room in your refrigerator for food, all available space is occupied by pre-prepared bottles of formula.
You look at a closet full of diapers and think “I’m running low”.
A regular sized pack of diapers lasts only 3 days.
Every morning you mentally prepare yourself for the worst before your enter “that” bedroom, (naked toddlers, wet bed sheets, diapers on the floor and three little voice saying “poop, poop”)
You are obsessed with diapers.
You are the only parents who can utter, “Stop playing with that, it’s not YOUR penis” with a perfectly straight face.
You can throw French-fries to the rear set of seats without looking and none end up on the floor.
You can change diapers standing up, while in line, at the Children’s Museum.
You feel like a sheepherder instead of a parent
You have people asking if you run a daycare because that’s what your yard looks like.
You can carry 3 plates of food and 3 cups (or 4) to the table without spilling anything and you’ve never been a waitress.
A trip to Target for diapers is a vacation.
Your stroller costs more than your first car.
You can hold at least three conversations at the same time.
You no longer have a proper name you are either “The Lady With Triplets” or Moooooooooommmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyy
You automatically divide or multiply everything by 3.
You have diapers in your purse, in the glove compartment, your desk drawer and in every room of the house – just in case.
Every square inch of seating in your vehicle is taken by car seats.
You know you are a MoM when you can sweep, talk on the phone, AND read to your children all at the same time.
Your monthly grocery budget is greater than the annual budget for the State of Rhode Island.
The first thing you ask upon arriving home is for the poop and pee report.
2 minute tasks take 30 minutes because you have to keep returning to the play room to break up fights, peel the kids from the wall, change a diaper you can actually smell from the next room, break p more fights, remove a child from the top of the couch, perform surgery on the VCR because there is an UFO inside of it, fill sippy cups back up with water because whatever was in them disappeared mysteriously (only later when you sit down on the couch you will find where it went) remind them not to jump on each other, break up a few more fights and change more poopy diapers.
You not only are familiar with what a 300 count box of Kleenex looks like when they are all removed from the box one at a time, but you know for a fact you can’t put them back because you’ve tried.
You curse stores for only having two of something in a package, or for only having two of something on their shelf.
You buy Baby Motrin, Cough Syrup, etc, 3 at a time, and the clerk looks at you funny, while the whole time you are wishing they sold it in gallon containers.
You pull 3 tickets for Car seats at Babies R Us to take to the register, and when you get there the clerk says, “Ma’am, I think you picked up too many of these or they must have been stuck together”
You agonize over what it will be like when they get to school and you have three teachers to visit on parent night, three different sets of homework, and your babies aren’t even out of the NICU yet.
Everyone in the neighborhood knows who you are, even though you’ve never met them before.
The grocery store clerk has commented on the 6-9 gallons of milk you buy each week, telling you it would be cheaper to buy a cow.
You’ve ever truly considered strangling someone who said, “you’ve got your hands full” or “I’d shoot myself”.
You’ve ever been so sleepy that you can fall asleep with the baby lying on your chest and fail to wake up despite the fact that the baby is screaming directly into your left ear.
You are both shocked by the rudeness, and amazed by the kindness of strangers in the same 60 seconds upon entering Target.
Oh, and you consider going to Walmart at 11pm “going out”
Because you’ve charted poops pees and food intake.
You know at one time you did have a spouse, but now you can’t remember.
You have to wash the dinner dishes by hand because the dishwasher is full of bottles.
You don’t see anything unusual with the fact that you know not one, but several, triplet moms.
A complete stranger walks up to you in the mall and says “my niece has triplets, her name is _________ do you know her?” and you can answer “yes I do”
The awareness of silence strikes terror into your soul.
You know the black market value of a Runabout stroller.
You consider cereal dumped on the middle of the floor, not to be bad parenting, but rather a unique picnic breakfast!
All kids are aware that any sippy cup left unattended is fair game.
Whining is heard not just in stereo, but in surround sound!
You go to an amusement park with your triplet stroller only to realize YOU’VE become the source of amusement, or you go to the Zoo and find the other visitors watching your kids more than the animals!
Your peri says you look like a beached whale at 24 weeks.
You know what the word Peri stands for.
You use the word singleton.
You need a hitch for your stroller
You refer to your babies as A B and C
$15.00 baby outfits seem too expensive.
You buy a single weeks worth of formula, and the clerk asks you if you are stocking up.
You intentionally feed all 3 kids from the same spoon and bowl even though one is sick, because you can’t bear the thought of 3 consecutive 2 week cold sessions, you’d rather have them sick at the same time.
You enroll them in or join every activity and playgroup you can, you visit every playground in a 10 mile radius, sometimes more than 1 a day, just so you can be out of the house from dawn to dusk so you have less to clean up.
After 20 minutes in the car you realize you are not only listening to the kids tape, but you are singing along with it, and there are no kids in the car.
All of a sudden everyone you know, knows someone with triplets.
Crib Tents? You can’t afford NOT to buy them.
You know what a crib tent is!
You consider leashes a viable safety option.
You celebrate the birthdays of the people who invented the spill proof sippy cup and the auto repeat replay function on DVD players.
You bought a dog (or have thought about it) to cut down on post meal cleanup time.
Your home has become a complex maze of gates, locks and barricades.
Your kids have never actually walked through the zoo or store, because getting out of the stroller is NOT an option.
You are not horrified at the idea of “waking a sleeping baby” to eat. After all, it is time to EAT so sayeth the master schedule!
When hearing of a new pregnancy, you first question is “just one?”
You call one baby a singleton (before your triplets arrived, it was “a baby”)
You don’t want to potty train because the thought of trying to take all 3 to a public bathroom yourself sends shivers up and down your spine.
You make formula by the gallon and it lasts only 24 hours.
Your pediatrician’s office recognizes your voice.
You feel so so so BLESSED…..and tired. :)
