Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Clumsy Genes.

I love the blog Mommyfriend. She recently wrote about the injuries associated with having toddlers. I started writing a comment on her post, and then realized it was getting really long winded, so I decided to blog it instead.

I am exceedingly clumsy, always have been, probably always will be. I think I passed the clumsy gene on to my boys. Sorry, boys! I remember when the boys were still babies and learning to sit up on their own, I had Owen sitting up on the floor, and holding him up. He threw himself backwards with so much force, I couldn't stop him from hitting the floor. We had carpet in the apartment we were living in at the time, but the floor was anything but soft, so I wasn't surprised that he started wailing. I sought medical advice, and was told that while the fall scared him (and me) and he did have a little bump, he was just fine.
Then there was the time we went to a friend's for a play date, and I managed to lock the house keys inside, it was summer and hot, and I when we got home, I wasn't going to keep my babies in the car while we waited for Daddy to get home with his keys. So I did what anyone would do, I decided to break in. I went around took the screen out of a window (the windows we had at our old apartment didn't lock), opened the window, climbed up onto a skinny rail to be able to climb up into the window. Trying to balance on this little rail and lean over to reach the window to climb in, I fell, and twisted my knee. I never did get it checked out by medical professionals, it swelled up, and hurt like crazy and it still sometimes hurts (this happened like 2 years ago). Anyway, I picked myself up off the ground and tried again, this time, I got in! So then I went around, unlocked the door and got the babies inside and sat down. A minute later, my husband got home with his keys.
Then there were the times the boys would be jumping on their beds when they were suppose to be sleeping. M got a pretty bad black eye, I was actually afraid he could have broken some bones in his face, which of course, he didn't, but it was a nasty black eye. Not long after that, Ethan earned his first trip to the ER. He was jumping on the bed (of course) and fell and put a big ole dent in his forehead, lot of blood, but turned out to only be a superficial wound. He had a lot of fun in the ER though, he showed off how cute he is, how well he could count, and he got some major practice flirting with nurses.
They still fall a lot, like I said, I must have passed on the clumsy gene. And even as clumsy as they are, they are fearless. I'm sure we'll have more ER visits, more black eyes, etc. So if you see us around town, and the boys and I are bruised and banged up, please know, we don't live in an abusive home, we just play hard.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Caption contest

Since only ONE person entered a caption, the winner is.... Natalie! Congrats!

Ok, everybody, come up with your best caption!

Saturday, October 1, 2011

It's my birthday

I'm a quarter of a century today. 1/4 of the way to 100. And I feel like I'm still such a kid. Not because I act like a kid, or anything like that. I just feel like I still have so much to do before I'm really an "adult."
Because you know, being a mom to triplets, that's so not something adults do.
Actually, I don't know why I feel young. Maybe because this past summer I was still carded to play Keno (legal age in my state is 19).

In any case, I'm enjoying my birthday hugs from my little ones, and super enjoying the fact that my husband is actually cleaning the house so I don't have to. Yeah.

Plus, my awesome parents bought me a kitchenaid stand mixer. And I've only wanted one of those since I was, I dunno, 15 yrs 3 months and 2 weeks old. Not like I've been counting or anything. haha. (That age was totally just thrown out there, to drive the point that I've wanted one for awhile now.)

AND my sister got my a pretty kick-ass cookbook. And last month, for our anniversary, my husband got me a deluxe mandolin slicer (and running shoes). Good thing kitchen-y things excite me, otherwise I might be offended that I got kitchen utensil/appliances/cookbook. But I really love the fun gifts I received.

And just to prove how much of a dork I really am, I'm wearing a tiara and birthday button-ribbon thing today. And just in case you don't believe me... A picture....