"Your kids look like they are all the same age!" "Wow, are you a glutton for punishment or what?" "I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you." These were a few of the many comments I got from strangers during my week with triplets. Owen and Kate came over Wednesday night and stayed until Sunday morning while Sam and Kyle has some much deserved alone time in NYC.
I will preface my report of our week together by saying it was actually not nearly as crazy as I thought it would be. Sure, it was a LOT of diapers and a lot of hungry mouths, but when you're two years old the world is a better place when you have playmates. Most of the morning and afternoon were filled with giggling. And there was at least an hour, sometimes two every day when all children were asleep.
With that said, Thursday morning started at about 7 a.m. when I heard Kate say, "up..Up...UP!" until Owen joined her and was also ready to start the day. Scarlet soon joined them in their awakening. Even Rhode joined the party and before I knew it, the day had begun.
I knew the key to success would be a good nap so we headed out to the park to tire them out. We had a picnic lunch and they ran to their hearts content for over an hour. Sure occasionally, one child would decide it would be way more fun to just throw sand and another would claim a stranger's ball as their own. But my mission was accomplished and they all fell into bed exhausted and slept for a good three hours.
We have a Carvel ice cream across the street. I have never been there but that night they were offering free iceburgs. I had no idea was an iceburg was but hey, free frozen treat, I am in. Jon was home by then so we were feeling brave enough to make the journey on foot. That may seem crazy but have you ever tried loading four children in and out car seats? I am pretty sure we saved time. We were crossing the street when a man rolled down his car window and shouted "are you a glutton for punishment or what?" "Seriously," I responeded as Jon and I, with a child in each arm, made our way across the street.
Turns out iceburgs are like blended root beer floats that they add soft serve ice cream to. Delicious. Jon and I got the root beer and the kids got orange soda flavored. We all sat outside and enjoyed our treat. A few minutes later I got the, "I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you" comment from the woman sitting next to us. By that point, Scarlet had tried to take a bite of the ice cream part, but the whole chunk came out with her spoon and ended up on the bench next to her. Owen was having a hard time keeping the ice cream on the spoon long enough to get it to his mouth. Consequentially, more of it was on the table than in his stomach. Jon grabbed some straws, which Owen decided would be much more fun as a spoon alternate than as something that stayed in the drink. Rhode was trying with all his little might to get some of whatever everyone was having, almost spilling the entire contents of my cup on my lap multiple times until I finally gave in and fed him some. Who could blame the woman for chuckling at the sight of us. Best part about Kate and Owen? They don't finish things. Scarlet's was licked clean but I got to finish both Kate and Owens. Totally worth it.
We spent Friday at the house with plenty of time spent outside.
Thank goodness for Jon, who after a full day of work still has the energy to come home and wear out children.
We were in need of another energy burning activity on Saturday so we headed back out to the park to feed the ducks. The minute I mentioned ducks, all three of them were dancing around my feet begging to head out the door.
They were having the best of times... until we ran out of bread. Who knew they would decide that some ducks needed a whole slice of bread to themselves?
Rhode was amused by the whole thing to say the least.
Then we enjoyed another picnic on the grass. Notice all the outdoor eating? Brilliant on my part. Spills matter so little outside.
After another good nap, Jon took them outside again (he really is the greatest) and made up a new game with them. I don't know if he gave it a title but I am going to call it, "How wet can you get without a pool?" Owen wasn't a fan...
but Kate and Scarlet caught on quickly.
Seriously Sam, this little girl of yours is so pretty!
We ate dinner soon after and halfway through our meal our neighbors decided the neighborhood had a little too much peace and quiet going on. At least it led to this footage.
Sam and Kyle were supposed to fly in late Saturday night but they were goofing around so much they didn't even bother to make their plane thus ruining our Sunday morning while we waited for them to finally get home!
Ha ha, not really. I actually think it was good for Scarlet that they stuck around so they didn't just disappear on her. She has asked me all day, "Mom, where are my friends?" "Mom, where's Owen?" "Mom, is Kate sleeping?". She is convinced I am hiding them somewhere and will pull them out to play with if she asks frequently enough.