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Wednesday, 09 October 2013 16:20

Personal time

Written by Katy England

Personal time. In the long-long ago, pre-triplets, I remember having a different kind of personal time. It was a time where I could play video games, read a book or simply nap. 

Whenever I wanted. 

Wednesday, 18 September 2013 22:04

Guilt trips

Written by Katy England

By the time this hits print I'll be back from my business trip. Three days and two nights. I will have left Sunday in the morning before the kids get up and I'll be home Tuesday night, likely after they go to sleep.

Boy am I nervous. I mean, I've gone on a trip before. I wrote about it and everything. I had a lovely evening away from the kiddos and partied with my now sister-in-law. I had a fabulous time. But this is different for a few reasons.

Tuesday, 10 September 2013 22:57

First and last

Written by Katy England

My sister is the baby of the family. My brother-in-law, similarly placed as the last child. Both have mentioned that there are more pictures of the older siblings than themselves. 

It got my husband and me thinking about where that places our kids. When you have multiples you're skipping steps. First and last? Sure, but it's by minutes instead of years. But there is a weird similarity that can happen. We realized we have all the issues of first time parents, but coupled with the logistics of three kids. The baby of the family often realizes that they are missing the full attention of the parents our triplets get that from the beginning. We can't just gaze adoringly at one baby or toddler because usually someone else is in need of some kind of attention. Diapers, stealing, general malaise you get the idea. 

Wednesday, 04 September 2013 10:17

Life in a toilet

Written by Katy England

Everyone has an opinion on toilet training: What year you should start; what year they should be diaper-free; what method you should use; pull-ups are of the devil; and so on. I know I had an opinion before I had kids. I never understood why people waited to potty train. After all, who doesn't want a small human who can use the bathroom without assistance? Wouldn't you be pushing for that with all of your being from the time they were born to that first blissful flush?

Of course we want that. Everyone wants that. But some of the hesitation is due to familiarity. It's better to deal with the devil you know than the devil you don't. But that isn't even the whole issue: It's the in-between that is the problem. What happens between diapers and the potty is nightmarish.

Tuesday, 27 August 2013 22:24

Good taste

Written by Katy England

Meal time. It's a source of stress, I'm not going to lie. But it's also a source of creativity. Because when you have two thirds of your children eating with gusto and the remaining third deciding that you are trying to spoon feed her grim death, you start to flex your creative muscles. After all, a lot is riding on them eating their vegetables. It's like an epic battle of wills. And since I don't have a lot of willpower in the face of screaming, I resort to underhanded tactics - like spinach in the oatmeal. 

But one thing I've noticed since I picked up this parenting gig two years ago is that my repertoire of recipes is ever expanding. We're talking leaps and bounds. 

Tuesday, 13 August 2013 21:32

Things I don't have to do anytmore

Written by Katy England

It's easy to forget to count your blessings. Especially when some of your blessing smack you in the face or yell at you when you try to feed them something that isn't breakfast. It can be helpful to look back on some of the things you don't have to do anymore (or envision things you won't have to do soon) to make you realize just how luck you are.

Here are just a few of the things I don't have to do any more.

Friday, 09 August 2013 12:42

The mom effect'

Written by Katy England

All is quiet in the house. Husband is downstairs with the kiddos and I'm upstairs enjoying a good morning. I decide to go downstairs to grab a cup of coffee.

I creep, avoiding the stair that squeaks, but it all goes to hell as I get to the gate at the foot of the stairs. It doesn't matter what room they're in, it doesn't matter if there's music playing or if they're enjoying breakfast. When that childproof gate opens, I hear, 'MAma!' followed by an avalanche of pitter-patters. I've been made.

I see my husband in the living room, feet up on the couch reading a book. (I've also caught him grading papers, reading magazines or otherwise being left to his own devices by the threesome.) While I'm soaking that in, I'm being surrounded and petted by sticky hands and charming little voices asking me to 'Bah-kah,' which is toddler-ese for 'Mother, please read to me the volume dedicated to various vehicles known as the Book Car (or car-book colloquially).'

Thursday, 01 August 2013 09:52

Schedule shifts

Written by Katy England

Schedules are big deals to parents. With newborns, it's getting them on a sleep/eat schedule. Then a napping schedule. You always have to be thinking of scheduling appoints, play parties (the term playdate makes me gag. Not that play party is much better, but it's something), walks, bedtimes, everything.

When the kids were little and much more suicidal, scheduling anything while they were awake was different. Now that the fear of certain death has been tempered somewhat by experience (they learn that standing on the chairs and leaning forward to grab something off the table is not just a bad thing because Mom gets mad, it's a bad thing because it hurts when my face connects with the table top), I can start doing things around the house when they're up.

Wednesday, 24 July 2013 20:41


Written by Katy England

Unhelpful help seems to be a contradiction in terms, but it isn't. It's an old concept. I mean, which road is paved with good intentions, after all?

We have all received items that were useless, redundant, or so complicated that the item which was supposed to help ended up simply getting in the way.

Thursday, 18 July 2013 09:53

Help that helps

Written by Katy England
When someone you know is having a baby (or two or three)

It may be coincidence, but it seems when one friend gets pregnant, the delicate condition spreads like wildfire. Suddenly half the women I know or just come in contact with are having a baby (or babies).

This of course makes me oddly nostalgic about the time when my kids were babies. Yes, they will always be my babies, but I've acknowledged the fact that they are toddlers now (a.k.a. that horrible in between phase). 

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