I find that I have trouble keeping goals that create on a daily basis. In the morning, orat night before I go to sleep, I make up a list of things that I want to get that is ahead of me. Most of these plans usually involve taking pictures of the babies and posting them online.
My dad has been heckling me for ages to get a picture of all five girls together. I haven’t really accomplished that goal, yet. Sure, I have blurry pictures of the 5 of them together, but nothing that the perfectionist in me would be proud of him showing off to his co-workers.
Our current house doesn’t have the best lighting. The room that gets the most sunshine is the kitchen and dragging all 5 kids into the kitchen for a photography session is pretty much asking for it. Oreos live in the kitchen. Abby is often known simply as “cookie face” in this house. Put it all together and you can see the disaster that is about to occur.
When we are some place that has great lighting not all of the kids are there with us. Take this example; this weekend we are going to my home town to go to the local home, sport and travel show. We’re hoping to meet with a bunch of different contractors to work on our future house this summer. We are not bringing the babies.
Logistically, this makes sense. The motional side of my mind doesn’t like logical trains of thought. Whenever we go out in public we’re often stopped so people can look at the babies. They usually have a million and one questions about them and it can take us an hour to get out of a store that we thought we’d spend 15 minutes in – tops! My sister-in-law got a first hand look at this last weekend when we dared to go out to Perkins with everyone. I was trying to juggle my turkey sandwich and Lauren all while waitresses and perfect strangers would come up to ask me pretty personal questions about the babies and how they came to be.
Introverts, you shouldn’t have triplets. Trust me. Mama is on some nice anti-anxiety meds just to deal with it all.
What was this post supposed to be about? Oh yeah, goals.
See, I often get side tracked and then forget about what it was that I wanted to do in the first place. Yesterdays main goal was to take pictures of the babies, upload them online and then get a post up on here with some of them sprinkled throughout a post about how much I hate the Tooth Fairy, or whoever the a-hole is that decided to have 4 of Lauren’s top teeth all come in at once; and this is after having her 4 bottom teeth all come in at the same time. She’s a gentle soul, dude. Don’t make her cry, or I’ll make you cry.
Now the Tooth Fairy is on my list. Right below the people who decided the Guide won’t work on our cable box when we’re watching HD channels. Seriously aggrivating. Not life threatening, just enough to make me wanna rip a little hair out, and right now I can’t handle losing anymore hair – it’s all coming out in handfuls. No worries, thyroid was checked today (along with an appointment to meet with a bariatric surgeon down in the cities *cough*).
Oh, and James shaved poor Daisy and now she’s shivering on the sofa. I’d take her picture, but I thought I’d leave her with a little dignity. OK, you caught me, I didn’t have the memory card in the camera or I would’ve taken a picture.
Since we’re all off on weird tangents, I thought I’d mention GoodReads.com – dude, it’s cool You should join if you like reading. Who doesn’t like reading?! You’re reading this right now and are thoroughly enjoying it! Since we moved downstairs and now have our own room again, I’ve been reading a lot. James is impressed with the speed at which I read. I love that I can go to sleep and have dreams about what I just read. Although, I just finished Angela’s Ashes and there were some weird dreams about living in a flooded out house with kids covered in dirt. Not to say it wasn’t an excellent book. You should join GoodReads.com and find me there – my username is moxygen.
Now that you’ve read all of that I’ll treat you with some pictures of the babies.
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Your girls are absolutely adorable! And congrats on meeting your goal!
We just have twins, not triplets, but we know EXACTLY what you are talking about when you get stopped by complete strangers. My husband has started calling it "twin swarm"…. so maybe you suffer from "triplet swarm." It has gotten a little better since the boys have gotten older, but it is still ridiculous. If I had a $1 for every time someone asked me if they were twins, told me they don't look anything alike, or asked me if I had IVF, we could retire in our 40s!
Love your tweets, too! They get me through the long days with crazy boys!