Trio interactions (in action)

Here's a video of them trying to dance with eachother. They are doing "Ring around the rosies," but in the end someone gets hurt. Why is Will so rough?



In this clip, they are having in-depth conversations about shoes. Not quite sure what they are saying, but in the end, Marie not happy (again). Poor little girl gets all the abuse from Will.

Here or There

The kids have decided that their new favorite words are "aquí " and "allí," meaning here and there, respectively. When they want me to sit next to them, they say, "mama, aqui." Then, if they would like for me to fetch something for them elsewhere, they point to whatever they want or the room where they want to go and say, "mama, alli." They just boss me around right and left now. Those two words have been very powerful.

We had revised our sleeping arrangements (again!). Abby and Will now sleep in the nursery, and Marie is in the lone crib in the guest room. One night, she pointed in there and said, "alli," and she's been sleeping in there ever since. Will and Abby have taken to "reading" in their cribs at night before going to sleep. They each keep a book in their cribs, and when I put them down, they turn on their little crib night lights, open their books, and start flipping through and talking. Will's crib book is full of trucks. I hear him for 30 minutes saying "truck, truck, truck" in the monitor. At some point, he usually passes out without much complaining. It's gotten so much better than his 30-45 minute pre-sleep cry sessions.

We still have swim classes every Sunday morning, and last weekend, Alice was our 3rd set of hands in the pool. She said she was going to wear a maternity string bikini, but instead, opted for something with more coverage. She got to see the kids go up and down the water slide several times. They are obsessed with the slide. It's hilarious to watch them on it.

From swim lessons, they have learned to kick and blow bubbles, and they like to put those skills to good use in the tub now. It's even messier, and it grosses me out when they stick their faces in their dirty water and blow bubbles/drink bath water. As Abby now says whenever someone has a poopy diaper, "gross."

Well, here they are.....

They are quite the daredevils these days. See how Marie is about to jump from the ottoman to the couch. Will has on 3 different tops because he refused to take anything off. He had on his regular shirt, then he found his "truck" hoodie and had to have it on. Then, he wanted his monkey pajama shirt over that. The kid was sweating like a beast.

Here's Will in dada's flip flops. They all love putting on our shoes. Will , in particular, has a strange obsession with shoes.

Here is Abby flashing her smile. It's hard to believe she only used to have a couple of teeth!

Abby's hair is a bit crazy most of time...especially after meals because she feels the need to slather whatever she's eating in her hair. Her yogurt conditioner treatment is especially sticky and nasty. For that one, she just pours the leftover yogurt out of the bowl onto her head.

Abby is in the diaper box telling me to get her something "alli."

Do you think Will may be a musical prodigy? I mean look at him on the keyboard....amazing. Billy also plays songs on this tiny piano, and I told him he's the best baby pianist I've every seen.

Marie is as sweet as can be most of the time, but every once in a while, that girl can pitch a fit. Here she is starting to get herself all worked up.

Now, she's back to her sweet little self. She can turn it on and off.

I currently have videos uploading on youtube. I'll get those linked here as soon as they are done. I'm trying to get you all caught up on our world before May!

Blogger, PhD

Sorry for not posting in a while. I keep getting e-mails from family and friends asking if I'm okay, and if I am, could I please post some entries already! Thanks for your concern, but I know you aren't worried, you just want to see pictures of my children. You are all addicted to my trio. I can't blame you.

I have been super busy lately because I FINALLY finished my dissertation, defended it last Monday and passed, made revisions all last week, and turned in the final copy today. I am officially a PhD now. You can now refer to me as your Dr. friend, sister, daughter, wife, crazy mother of triplets, blogger lady, co-worker, how ever you know me.

Next post...pictures. I'm going to start downloading them now. I also have new triplet adventures to tell you about.

Pics from my phone

Marie is reaching in her diaper these days. Last week, she found a turd, pulled it out, and threw it on the floor. What a lady!


We are crate training will. I think we will be more successful with him than Winnie.


In my dads yard just after the Easter egg hunt!


Me and my ladies in their Easter dresses.


Will had a sweet madras jacket for easter but it was too hot for him to wear it very long. He made his entrance in it but then peeled it off. Maureen said he looked like shrunken down old man golfer.

Miss Abby loves yogurt!

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Wacky World of Multiples

As the kids get older, I notice new things every day. Having multiples is like a little experiment, and I love experiments! It's so fun to see similarities and differences and think about nature versus nurture. So much crazy stuff to consider!


First of all, there's birth order. I don't know how this could even apply in our situation, since they were born at the same time. However, they are following the scripts for their birth orders, even though we treat them all the same.

Everyone knows that the first born is typically smartest and bossiest. Well, Miss Abby sure fits that description. She constantly bosses around the other two, often shaking a finger at them and saying, "No, no, no!" She's also a child genius. Yesterday, she was playing with Alice's iPhone, and she would push the button to turn it on, slide the thingy on the screen to unlock it, and push the button on top to turn it off. She had it all figured out and would just go through the cycle over and over. At one point she stopped, held up the phone, and said, "Say cheese." She knows we sometimes even take pictures with our phone! That girl has got her momma's brains! :)


Then, there's little Marie, our middle child. Middle children tend to be the nurturers and people pleasers. Miss Marie fits the bill. She's always taking care of Abby and Will and making sure they are accounted for. When they aren't in the room with her, she calls for them. When I give her a snack, she requests one for "Woo" and another for "Ab-bee." She's not happy until they are happy.


Finally, we get to the baby. The last child is typically the wild child. They can act like spoiled brats and may use humor to get attention. Oh, Mr. Willers, you are the last child to a tee. Will is insane. It must be a combination of being a boy and being the last, but the child is straight up crazy. They also say the later born children are riskier, and oh boy, is he risky. That child will climb on anything, jump off anything, basically, do anything. Then, when he does something terrible that frightens me, he'll flash his goofy little grin, and it melts my heart, and I just can't get mad at him. That boy has me all figured out.


This is an interesting article on birth order from Time Magazine:

http://www.time.com/time/health/article/0,8599,1672715-1,00.html


They are also now understanding each other, which freaks me out. Will was going on and on saying something to me and getting frustrated that I was not getting it, and Marie ran up, they "talked" to eachother, and she turned to me and said, "Coo-coo," which is how she says cookie. I turned to Will and asked if he wanted a cookie, and he said "yeah." It took Marie to translate for him. Now, they are going to start talking about me, and I won't even know it. This is so dangerous.


I often watch them play together nicely. At times they share, and say "peas" and "gracias" to eachother and act like the best of friends. I think to myself how wonderful to love eachother and grow up together and experience major milestones together. Then, someone will punch, bite, and/or pull someone's hair, and I quickly realize they also have the potential to be the worst of enemies. They are constantly competing for attention and affection. If someone is on my lap, another child will come over and push that one off. Now that they understand me, if I ask one to sit in my lap, they all run over to try to beat each other there.

I hope they all turn out to be great friends that support each other. I know there will be rough patches along the way, but in the end, I'm hoping to help them create the kinds of relationships my sisters and I have. I take comfort in knowing that we punched, bit, kicked, pulled hair, and exchanged some harsh words as we grew up, but it's all good now.