New pics

Pre invasion.

Post invasion.

Spencer loves his new basement!! That boy wont sit still for anything. Oh and by the way, he is starting to walk. Lord please watch over me. Me, not Spence, I need all the help I can get!

Ollie loving his new steps and baby gate.

Ian, aka Godzilla, trying to make a break for it through the kitty door into the forbidden room, aka the laundry room. I know its a dragon costume but he was walking around all day knocking things over and I remembered that I had this costume. I will have to get some video of him as Godzilla. Its very funny. I can hear the Godzilla scream as I write this.

Yu Shan looking down into her new kitty play room.

I cant believe that I am doing this to myself

I decided that since the pain in my pelvic areas has returned and I have not had a period in 8 months (by choice) that it was time to take some inactive pills and let mother nature take her course. Damn, I forgot how painful this period thing can be. Being a chick with endometriosis sucks, plain and simple. IT SUCKS!!! Ok enough whinning and shouting.

We are completely moved into the basement!!! The boys love it down there. They have lots of new toys and plenty of room for them to do their own thing without being on top of one another like they were in the living room. I am happy that its done and can see that its good for everyone in the house. The fur babies love it to. There was a problem with the kitty faction for awhile because we moved the litter boxes and made them go through another pet door to get to them. They were leaving some presents where their boxes used to be. Then the carpet and the furniture came. Then the kitties were happy. Now they have lots of new places to sleep. I think they know a good thing when they see one. The dogs love all the room to run around and play in as well. I have some pics of the basement but the camera is down there and I am not going up those steps again tonight!! I will post some soon. Call me lazy, whatever, I am tired and cranky. :{

Yay!!!

The carpet is being laid down in the basement as I write this!!! Its kinda weird looking down there because there isnt anything down there except for 2 guys and lots of pad. No more half empty boxes strewn about and crap everywhere. I hardly recognized the basement last night after I went to buy a baby gate for the bottom of the stairs. Its a wonderful thing. Maybe I should take some pictures.....

Finally

Look who's finally holding his own cup!! Its Ollie!! He also started holding his own bottle to. It had been quite a battle to get him to do this, but I kinda gave up a few weeks ago. Just the other day he decided that he could hold his own "ba". Fine if it had to be his idea then so be it. I took this picture to show his OT who had been trying to get him to want to hold his bottle for a long time. She was on vacation last week. When she came in today I handed her the pictures and said "this is what Ollie did during your vacation." She was so proud. I am to!

Oh yeah before I forget, the carpet is being installed in the basement on Tuesday!!!!!!! I cant believe that we are almost done. Its been a long project but it looks good. Now I just hope that the carpet I picked out goes with the paint thats on the wall. I never thought to ask for a small sample to take home.....oops.

Also in case you were wondering, I am feeling much better on Yaz. I knew that a change in pill would make things better. I am still kinda crabby but I have always been that way. :)

Mmmmm grape jelly and biscuits

Ian--If I close my eyes she cant see me!!

Spencer

Oliver

Changes

The day that I was implanted with my boys the RE had a very frank discussion about whether to implant all three of the embryos or just two. I wanted all three, DH wanted all three, RE wanted two. It came down to our descision. We choose all three. Why? Well I have said this many times before, we were out of money, I was definetly out of patience, and we were afraid that the remaining embie would not thaw correctly and we would be out of luck. The RE did what we asked and we knew that the likelyhood of having all three was a possibility but not likely. How wrong were we?!! To be honest I wasnt exactly thrilled when all three showed heartbeats. I was worried about me. How could I do this? What the hell was going to happen to me? Then not long after I began to realize that it wasnt about me anymore, it was about them. I wasnt that important anymore. Well I was, of course the hostess to the party of three, but they would be the stars of future episodes of my life. And now I know that I am not the center of the my universe anymore. I dont think about my needs as much. When I go out shopping I am always buying things for them and when I look at something for me I hesitate and debate whether I really need it. I sometimes skip lunch because I am too tired and want to make sure the boys get fed and then take a nap and then fall on the couch in exhaustion only to get right back up because someone isnt sleeping and I keep going. Using the bathroom is no longer a private affair, I think you know what I mean. Then there are the things that people do that make me want to cry. In a good way. Its because she thought of me, as me and not the Mom of triplets. I almost cried when a friend showed up out of the blue on Friday. She had asked the day before if I could go to lunch with her and some other friends but I didnt have a sitter so she did the next best thing she brought me lunch. Someone thought of me!!! It was such a nice thing to do. I wolfed it down cause it was feeding time for the boys but it was the best nachos bellegrande that I have ever had. Thanks for thinking of me. It made me realize that I am still somewhere in here and that I do have a life and friends who care and I am not just the mother of triplets.

Just chuggin along

Oliver


Ok so I know the blog hasnt really been much about the boys lately and its just me bitchin about me. I will try to make it more about the boys. But in case you wanted to know I think I feel a little better. I think.....

So today Oliver started standing behind his push walker toy. He loves that push walker. I was so proud of him. He is really starting to get ready to walk. Spence is still doing what he does best, cruising around the coffee table and then falling and banging his head. He does it so gracefully sometimes that I never know if he is going to need some snuggling after the fall or not. He continues to take steps without any assistance. Ian is doing great to. He has developed separation anxiety with DH. He dosent like when Daddy isnt around. He likes to stack blocks with Daddy and instead of constantly knocking them down he will place a few on top of the others and steps back and looks at his tower in amazement. Then he gets mad when Spence or Ollie comes by and knocks them down. Oh well Ian just get used to it. Its just starting with your brothers.

Some good some bad

Spencer

Tonight Spence took a few steps from the table to me. I am not sure if it was the momentum that kept him up but he did it!! He has been standing in the middle of the room for about 20 seconds by himself. This latest accomplishment was all done with the MIL in the room and she didnt even notice. Which is a good thing for Spencer. He needs time to develop his skills before she starts in on him. When Ian was starting to walk she kept him moving all the time and when he would cry she would tell him to stop and start walking. DH and I are more of the thought that we would let him do his thing and figure it out on his own. Even when he started walking we didnt do anything to "help" him. Just let him do it and now he is a walking fool. Even if he does walk like Frankenstein. :)

I am still in a pissy mood. For the last two night the in laws have been here. I wanted to kill someone tonight so I just left. When they got here she suggested that I go out to dinner by myself. WTF?? That started it and I wasnt backing down. Everytime I leave them to feed the boys dinner they wake up in the middle of the night and are hungry. So I stayed until they had been fed and corrected her while she tried to coax Spence into eating the cheese on his tray. She even went as far as forcing it into his mouth which made him cry and made me furious. I told her that she shouldnt do that and of course as always she did it again and I corrected her. Then he got sweet potatoes on his nose and she had to wipe him immediately. I told her not to do that and leave him alone, she did it again and this time I said "I told you to leave him alone" she just looked at me with a stupid look on her face.... God please help me from killing her. She still thinks of the boys as little babies, which they are not. She insists on doing things the same way when they are changing and doing things their way, so they are becoming toddlers. Spencer doesnt want anyone holding his bottle which I love. She still thinks he needs to be cuddled while feeding. WRONG!! She does the same thing to Ollie and he just stops eating and pushes her face away. Tonight he did that and I told her to sit up with him on her lap and give him the bottle that way. She said that she did that and he still wasnt eating, which was so wrong. "he isnt hungry" which I know is not true. He likes to be on the floor and sit up and drink. Once she finally listened he did drink. At that point I knew that I was about to lose it with her and I went to the garage and told DH that I was leaving, which I did. I hate that she gets me so pissed that i feel like I have to leave my own house to keep from starting world war 3. The FIL was in the basement working with DH. DH called me around 8:05 to tell me it was ok to come home.

Oh speaking of the basement it is coming along and we are about to paint and then comes the carpet!!! That means that we are almost done.

I feel better just getting that out. I am trying to get out of this cranky funk that I am in. I need an attitude adjustment!! Any suggestions?