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Saturday, November 26, 2011

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Trying to move past Halloween

Addy is in mourning over Halloween being over. She still yells "trick or treat" at least once a day hoping I'll give her candy. I'm trying to get them to focus on the upcoming holidays and forget about Halloween. I don't think they will get the idea of giving thanks quite yet so I asked them today what makes them happy. This is what I got-
Addy- kitty cats, babies
Eloise- babies, dada here, sissy (Aunt Sarah)
Beckett- hippos
Beckett should have said dinosaurs if he really had his thinking cap on. He has to wear dinosaurs every day. If his pajamas have some sort of dinosaur on them then he refuses to take off the shirt and wears it under his regular shirt. Fine with me. I put two shirts on him anyway and this just saves on my laundry load. He can recognize and name various dinosaurs, correct you if you incorrectly name one and frequently we can only get him to eat protein if it is "T-Rex meat" or if he is a T-Rex eating his meal. Also, if you ask him any questions about eating his answer is always "dog poop" or "dog food" no matter what the question may be. If you ask him what a certain animal, any animal, likes to eat he says "kitty cats." Apparently all animals eat kitty cats.
Beckett is also obsessed with sweeping.

This happens to be a kid broom and dust pan but I also give him the Swiffer and a large mop every once in a while in the hopes that he can be useful. Please don't mind the heart leggings he is wearing. I really have no problem with him wearing girl clothes. I don't encourage it but if he wants to wear something, I have bigger battles to fight on a daily basis.

I'm not sure what Rich or the kids are going to do with themselves once we actually have dining room furniture. Right now the dining room has turned into a race course, a place to build forts, a driving track for the cozy coupes and on this day a...well I don't know what it is. All I know is Rich puts the kids on a blanket and pulls them around in circles on the floor.

And then backwards

Until they look like this...

They love it. I may have to hide all the blankets because Addy now will pull a blanket down, put it on the floor and yell, "Beckett, pull!!!" and get super ticked off when no one follows her commands. She's very bossy. Wonder where she got that from?
For example tonight after bath she had a blanket on the floor and didn't want Rich or I to touch it. She was all snuggled up in it and if I got near she would say, "Moob there, mama, moooob." (translation- move over there Mom, move.) They all have trouble with their v's. She thought I was going to let her go to sleep on the floor. Nice try. She's bossy, but I'm bossier.
The other night they were all snuggled up, actually SHARING a blanket before bedtime stories. Yes, I know they all look a little cross eyed and crazy but to get all three in one picture is rare. Also, it is a good look at the totally G R O S S lovies they cling to at bedtime.

I am aware that Beckett still has a pacifier. It's only at bedtime and sometimes if he has a super messy diaper that is going to take some time, nose plugs and a whole box of wipes to deal with.
Almost every night I yell, I mean, ever so sweetly remind Rich that after bath is quiet time and time to settle down and get ready for bed. I tell Rich but I guess I forgot to tell the MONSTER that always attacks them from under the blanket!

All the kids are very concerned about any sort of mark on your face or body that might even slightly resemble an "owwie." Rich so cleverly taught them what a zit is and how to go about popping it. Another super quiet and relaxing before bed activity.

That is just a warning for anyone who we are going to see over Thanksgiving who might have any sort of blemish on their face and wonder what my kids are trying to do to them...

Monday, November 14, 2011

Time Out Doesn't Work

Tonight I thought I was giving the kids a treat by getting them dressed in their pjs downstairs but they were not cooperating. It got to the point where Addy had a choice to come and get her pjs on or sit in time out. She chose time out. She voluntary walked over there and sat down. Then she showed me her butt and and spanked herself.
I tried to get Beckett dressed next. He said, "No mama, time out." Then walked over to another time out chair and sat down. I thought it was pretty funny that they both put themselves in time out so I got out my camera. Once Addy saw my camera she yelled, "Cheeeeese!"

At that point, you just kind of need to give up and admit you have no control which is what I did.

A Very Brave Woman

This week Eloise started her 3rd week of school and I started my 2nd week of work. When I dropped her off on Monday she started to cry and stomp her feet and I did my normal sprint out the door. When I came back to pick her up she was smiling and playing WITHOUT a lovie in her mouth. They said she cried for about 5 minutes and then started to play. She is transitioning much better than they expected and we are seeing just amazing improvements with her speech and general demeanor.
Now that we have Eloise on the right track it is time to start to focus on our sweet Mr. Beckett. His weight has always been a concern and now that he is getting seen weekly by a speech therapist, she is able to pick up on some patterns that make her think we should get a physical therapy evaluation. He has always had low muscle tone but he should be getting stronger in his core which does not appear to be happening. You wouldn't really notice it because he is so energetic and strong for his size. But his arms and legs are strong because he is compensating for a weak core. Also, he has some low tone in his face/mouth muscles which is why he drools some and may need more help with forming some sounds. All of this along with his very lean frame lead us to our pedi on Friday for a weight check and just a general check in on her thoughts. She thinks that he would really benefit from going to in class therapy with Eloise and frankly was surprised that they didn't think he qualified. I would love if he would be able to go to class and do his speech therapy and PT if needed at the same time. We'll see. That would be ideal because at this point we have some sort of therapy 3 days a week.
BTW- here are the weights:
MR. BECKETT 23lbs, 11 oz (still not on the charts :(
ELOISE 25lbs
ADDY 28lbs
I originally was thinking that we would potty train her this weekend but I think that we will wait until this week and probably after Thanksgiving. She shows great interest and now will go pee in the potty and has had some dry diapers so I think it is time. BUT, all of the kids had a rough day today and I have a feeling the rest of the week might not be back to normal. That is because I went back to work and today was the first day that the kids had their regular nanny all day.
First let me say that last week was my first week back to work after 15 months (but who is counting). It was quite the role reversal. Our regular nanny would not be starting until this week so Rich was playing tag team last week with a sitter who could only work limited hours. She was here maybe 4 hours a day and Rich had the other 5 hours. The first day I was petrified what I would come home to but it was amazing. The dishes were done, the house was clean and the kids were happily playing- albeit without their hair brushed and wearing some outfits that looked like they were put by someone who is color blind. Usually by about 5 at night my patience is gone and I'm past the point of putting up with any crying or whining and just generally fried. But so far every night when I get home I have so much more patience and am truly enjoying my children which is exactly what I had hoped for. It helps that I just love my new job. I was a little nervous going back to work because I loved my last job at Baylor so much I figured that going forward would be a disappointment. If I had taken a job in a similar role I probably wouldn't have been as happy. But this is a little different role and with more emphasis on the nursing so right now is a great mix. I am practically giddy every morning getting ready for work and feeling like a "normal" person again.
Today was the first day for our regular nanny, Yesenia. She is the brave woman I am talking about. Our kids love her and she has been babysitting a few hours a week since we moved here but a few hours is a totally different story than 10-11 hours a day. Also, the thought of taking all three out into public or to a restaurant or to get all three in and out of the car for Eloise's school pick up is probably terrifying, especially after today. Today no one napped for her. They just screamed and jumped and threw toys the whole time. I didn't hear that they stripped naked but I'm sure some nudity was involved. I feel so bad. By the time I got home they were exhausted. Everyone was exhausted. Addy started to cry as soon as she saw me and clung to my hip for a good hour after. So Yesenia is a very brave woman. It's not an easy gig. But tonight when Rich and I were putting them to bed we were all saying "goodnight Mama, good night Beckett..." They all said, "Good night Senia." as if remembering everyone important to them that day. It was really sweet. Now if I could just get her to come back...

Anyway, I haven't taken too many pictures with my regular camera in the past few days so here are some oldies but goodies.
Addy loves to sit in the doll strollers and yell, "BEEEEECKETTTTT,push." Sometimes she can convince Eloise to do the deed which is pretty cute to watch since normally Eloise pushes around her Pooh bear and lovies.
She was using her lovie as a blanket for Addy and then gave her a Pooh because Addy said, "Baby cry." This is the joy of multiples. Right here. When I sit back and watch this kind of stuff it blows me away.

One of the things that our speech therapist has said to give Beckett to help his jaw/mouth muscle tone is fruit leather or licorice- basically things that are very chewy that he has to work on. Halloween presented a great opportunity.
Milk Duds anyone?

And there's the drool. Poor Kermit didn't know what hit him.

After trick or treating we let the kids rifle through their candy and eat what they wanted. Then the candy fest was followed with a festive orange meal, courtesy of Bama (aka Bambi) to combat the sugar high. Here we have tomatoes from Papa's garden, a pickle (not orange), squash, pita bread, BBQ chips, and Sloppy Lennies (like Sloppy Joe's only made with lentils rather than beef) and apple cider.
Speaking of candy, all of the Halloween candy, all 12 lbs of it, is officially gone. Once my will power broke down and I was eating 15-20 candy bars a night it was time for it to go. I told the kids they ate it all and they've since long forgot about it. Phew. But my thighs haven't.

These pictures were from a few days before Halloween when they were in the dress up mode. Eloise is quite fond of accessories and this day was obsessed with this headband.

Grocery shopping and feeding real or pretend people real or pretend food is a favorite so this is their impromtu picnic with Pooh and friends.

Beads, check. Headband, check. Purse, check. Tutu, check. Ready for the picnic!

Takes a lot of guts to mow the lawn in this outfit.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Funny Kid

The speech therapist asked me to make a list of foods that Beckett likes and doesn't like to see if we can pinpoint something to help him gain weight. I asked him to help me. This was the conversation:

Me- Beckett, can you tell me foods that you like to eat?
Me- Is there anything else?
Beckett- Apple juice. (This may be why he is so skinny.)
Me- Can you tell me some things that you don't like to eat? What are things that are icky and gross when you eat them?
Beckett- Dog poop.

I love this little guy.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

I'm trying to be more graceful

This next couple of weeks are just going to be chock full of changes for all of us. Eloise started her OT/speech therapy class on Monday. I kind of feel like a bad mom by not taking a picture of her on her official first day but honestly, it didn't feel like a celebration. I also didn't buy her a backpack. I tried to buy one the other day but it made me so choked up thinking about it I couldn't do it. She's only 2. Why am I buying her a backpack? A cute little owl backpack is not going to make it any less traumatic for any of us.

I took Eloise into the classroom and she was fine taking off her coat and watching the other kids and started to get interested in the toys until she realized that the other moms were dropping their kids off and leaving! Then she looked at me and stomped her feet and started to scream. I picked her up, handed her off and took off down the hall. I could hear her screaming all the way down the hall. I was trying not to cry. Sounds mean but the longer I would have stayed the worse it would have been so I took off.

Thankfully my Aunt Rita was staying with the other two so we had a nice morning hanging out, going to Trader Joe's, having tea and then we all went back to pick up Eloise. I opened the door and there was Eloise crying, puffy faced with a lovie in her mouth and being held by her the occupational therapist. They said she cried for a long time and then the speech therapist that she is familiar with and comes to our home, Emily, came to visit her and she was fine until Emily left and the crying started again. Poor thing. Honestly once she saw us and knew we were leaving she was fine. We even talked about going back and that I was not going to be there but she would have new friends and I would come back and pick her up and she was fine with that. She even said, "Mama, no, mama, no" and shook her finger at me which in Eloise talk means that I'm not going to be there.

I dropped her off today and she screamed again but this time when I came back to get her she was sitting in a two seater fire truck with Elmo next to her in one seat and getting pushed by a speech therapist and the occupational therapist. She looked puffy faced like she had been crying but wasn't at the time. Phew. They said she did better today which is what they were hoping for. They thought that it would take about a month for her to be comfortable and even look forward to coming to class.

The other two are just green with envy about Eloise going to "school." They have come with me both times to pick her up and they want to go to school there too. The first day Beckett walked into the classroom, picked up a fire hat and put it on his head and sat down and started to play. So far it hasn't been a problem getting them to leave but I'm sure that day is just around the corner. Beckett will eventually go there as well for a speech therapy class but he needs to get better as two and three word phrases first which is why now his speech therapy has been bumped up to once a week at home.

So we are up to three days a week with therapy and twice a day "brushing" therapy with joint compressions with Eloise so trying to find a nanny who can keep up with all of this not to mention just the whole "two year old triplet" aspect is a lot to ask for. Hmm, why do I need a nanny? Because I'm going back to work. Soon. Like next week.

I have very mixed emotions about it. Part of me feels like a failure for making the choice to go back to work. This is a choice on my part and not necessarily a smart financial choice for us right now. Let's just say that after taxes, a nanny and accounting for time to and from work, we may JUST break even. But I need this. It may be selfish but I need this.

I had bought some toys from another triplet mom whose kids were older and we were talking about the whole work dilemma. She said something along the lines of- "some moms can stay home and raise triplets and do it beautifully and gracefully and some can't." I can't. I want to be more graceful. I need to be more graceful.

Ever have an encounter with someone and they make you want to be a better person? It can be someone is familiar or constant in your life or it can be someone with whom you share a brief encounter? I have that every day with my kids. They inspire me to be a better mom. But sometimes I forget. Well, I forget it a lot. I take it for granted. 12-14 hours a day with 3 toddlers will do that. But, I had those encounters all the time as a nurse. I would meet people who made me want to be better. Be a better person. Be a better nurse. Be a better daughter, sister, role model, employee, whatever. I'm hoping that going back to being a nurse will remind me what I've been forgetting.

So, last week I accepted a job without a child care plan in place and told them I would start in 13 days. Probably not the smartest move but it shows you how desperate I am to make a change. Then the same day everything just kind of fell in place. As of today, one week after accepting the job I have the most wonderful woman lined up to take care of the kids. They love her, talk about her all the time and try to call her on their fake wood phone which Addy said was "broke" because she didn't answer.

I love being a mom but I also love being a nurse and I'm trying to find that balance. I'm trying to be more graceful.

No more monkeys

Addy naps like every 5th day. Yesterday after about an hour of fighting with her I put her in my bed hoping she would maybe nap with me. No such luck. I guess it was my fault for saying the word "jump" as in "If you start to jump on the bed you are going back in your crib." She took it as a song opportunity.