Wednesday, 18 July 2012 16:43

Sleep, perchance to WAAAAAA!

I wouldn't describe myself as a morning person. It's not that I slept until noon or even was a night owl; it's just that I used to only formally recognize the number 4 as a p.m., and had only passing occasions to look at the 5 on my clock in the morning. I know some of you will sneer at considering 6 a.m. early, but I did at one point in my life. I have fuzzy recollections of that. Now, the thought of being able to 'sleep in' to 6 a.m. seems like a pipe dream.

Getting up at 5 is something I've basically been doing for most of the past year. Sometimes it was 4:30, sometimes it was 3, but it's finally crept up to a fairly consistent 5 a.m. wakeup call. I get up, pump for a half hour so they'll have food, warm up their bottles and simultaneously make their pureed breakfast/finger food buffet (baby-led weaning is for people with slightly less baby than I have).

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Wednesday, 11 July 2012 14:03

Road Triplets

Going for a ride in the car, car

It's no secret: I don't get out much. Most of the time, if you want to see me, you come to see me. The logistics of going places with three babies in tow is difficult on a good day. You have to time the feedings just right, and hope for a good long nap. The longest trip we'd ever been on was to Waterville to see an eye specialist (routine checkup stuff, but seriously, why isn't there one in Bangor?).

So, my first Father's Day gift to my husband was a couple days in the house to himself. With my super-amazing Mother-in-Law we took the three beans to visit their out of state grandparents on my side of the family. In one fell swoop I would make my babies interstate travelers and introduce them to their great, great Aunt Anita. But first, we had to get there.

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Thursday, 14 June 2012 12:14

Happy Fathers' Day

Everyone talks about moms and how awesome we are. It's nice, really. Who doesn't want to hear how hard they work, how underappreciated they are, how radiant they look in that outfit? Dads seem to get the short end of the parenting stick in this regard. When they aren't just being unsung, they're being actively mocked by advertisers. Have you seen a commercial where the husband/father is competent lately? Didn't think so.

The bumbling father trope is so pervasive, people are actually surprised when they see a man parenting.

So let me set the record straight, at least as far as my experience allows. My husband doesn't bumble. He doesn't freeze up like a deer in the headlights when faced with a full diaper or a meltdown. When I'm getting frustrated, he stays cool. When it's O'Dark Thirty and someone begins to fuss, he's up.

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Wednesday, 23 May 2012 23:56

Babies multiplied

There are some strange things that happen when you have more than one baby at the same time. You realize that some of your frustrations are not shared by other parents. For instance, my husband and I were griping about why a certain generic diaper brand didn't differentiate between two different sizes (our boy has outpaced our girls in diaper size). The size three was identical to the size four in everything but width. The cartoon dogs on the front and the number of stars were all the same. Until it leaked. Then it occurred to me that most people space their kids out in a way that precludes them from needing to visually differentiate between their diaper sizes.

Bibs. When we first started unwrapping the seemingly endless supply of bibs from friends and family, I was certain we'd never run out. Until the kids started eating food. I'm using the term 'eating' loosely, of course: I'm putting food in the vicinity of their mouths and they distribute it all over their faces, clothes, feet, etc. Cleaning out blueberry puree from between someone's toes is a new experience. Now that veritable mountain of dribble catchers isn't tall enough. If I don't do a load at least once a day, we start to run out. Three bibs, five to six times a day is between 15 to 18 bibs. In one day.

Combine that with the linens from their bath days (math again! Three towels, three wash cloths, three new outfits) and you have a lot of laundry. All the time.

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Thursday, 26 April 2012 12:45

Unhappily ever after

There was something of a startling revelation as our kids began to do things like sleep through the night, laugh and be generally happy. The revelation was that not everyone wants us to be happy.

No, no, no it's nothing sinister. But there is a certain type of person who will ask how things are, and if we tell them good news (e.g The kids started sleeping through the night! Or They're such happy babies, etc.) these people will follow up almost immediately with something like 'Wait till they start teething!' or 'Wait till they start getting into everything.'

I haven't been reduced to tears yet. But I have had to keep myself from petulantly telling them to shut their stupid mouths. 'Cause, seriously, I don't want to hear it.

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