3 at once

Jared here writing this:

So, it was about time that I try to be almost as cool as Kimber and feed all three all at once.  I arranged the kiddos and propped them up along with their bottle.  Things were going good, except I wish I had 3 arms.  But, for the most part, I was doing it!  I felt so good about myself.

I continued feeling "Awesome" and decided I would try to be like Kimber (again) and take 2 babies over to the changing table, instead of changing them one at a time.  I took Kinsley and Preston over and was changing Kinsley first.  No big deal, just a bit cramped is all.  I started Preston feeling all confident and sure of myself.  He was exposed and I reached down to grab a diaper.  His little fire hose began to do it's thing and caught me off guard.  That totally saturated my feeling cool and awesome, literally.  Not only did I need to change my outfit and Preston's, but I needed to change Kinsley's as well.  I learned my lesson quickly that if I was to ever again change 2 at once, I need to pick the 2 girls, not a girl and a boy that has a wicked fire hose!

Bottles

Just thought this would be a fun project.  I hope you all enjoy the video clip.

A smile!

It was some odd, abby-normal hour of the morning (if you could call it morning) and I was up feeding the babies.  I was feeding Preston and Kinsley with Kira next in line.  Kinsley was upset with something and was screaming so loudly that I was surprised the entire house didn't wake up.  Kira was done waiting her turn and was approaching the time where her body eats her stomach for protein and satiety.  Kira let out her death defying scream in harmony with Kinsley to produce a very discordant tune.  Even though I was still under control, I just felt overwhelmed and thought I was nearing the end of my rope.  I looked at Preston, finished with his meal.  He let out a simple smile that seem to tell me a little secret.  It was as if he was told earlier, before he came into this world, that my job, our job as parents was going to be extremely challenging, and at times, just plain laughable.  It was as if he was reminded of this knowledge and gave a smile to say, "oh, that's what they were talking about."  "It does seem a bit noisy"

Groundhog Day starring Bill Murray

I'm sitting here on the couch while the babies are grunting in my damp and soiled t-shirt wondering what is the purpose of using spit-up cloths if I always smell like sour milk and if my shirt is always slightly wet?  I use 3 spit-up cloths per feeding, and my t-shirt always seems to take the brunt of it.

My mind is going through the scenes of Groundhog Day with Bill Murray and every day at home seems like it could very well be a sequel to Groundhog Day, starring well...me.  However, the difference between the two "movies" is that Bill Murray got a full nights rest and his repeating days at least ended when he laid his head on the pillow and woke up the next morning by the sound of his alarm clock, not by the sound of a unique trio of screaming babies calling out for their next meal.

Despite my disgusting t-shirt and seemingly repeated days, life is SO good!  I just have it all.  The other day, I was home alone with all of our children.  It was lunch time and I carefully prepared the older kids lunch ahead of time because I knew the triplets would want lunch around the same time.  Sure enough, I was right and my preparations paid off.  Except, I didn't anticipate me being in one room feeding the triplets and the older kids being in the other room, "eating their lunch" and me not having a watchful eye on them.  The triplets were doing fine, sucking down their ounces of milk, however, the older kids seemed to have a difficult time staying focused on lunch without my gentle reminders to each their sandwich or apples or whatever.  Time passed with them finally completing their lunch in no shorter than 1 hour.  I told Lincoln that it was time to wash his hands and face, collect toys for quiet time, and head to bed for his moment of alone time.  Before I could check on him to make sure he was staying on task, I needed to finish feeding the triplets, change them, burp them, wrap them, and place them back to bed.  I lost track of time, trying to complete the tasks at hand for the triplets to be safely secured, back to bed.  I sat down, wondering what I was going to have for lunch and my mind trailed off to "lunch."  It was then that I realized that I hadn't checked on Lincoln.  In fact, I didn't hear him at all.  I could not recall that I had heard him turn the bathroom sink on to wash his hands and face, or recall the sound of him grabbing his recent favorite toy, a cordless play drill, and making sure it would still make that awful sound of "drilling."  I went searching for him, first to the kitchen, then to the bathroom, then to Katelyn's room, only to find him in his room, quietly laying down on his bed, "reading" a book.  He was so obedient!  I couldn't believe it!

After I gave him a big kiss and told him he was "a good boy," I read his facial expression of, "dude, what's wrong with you?!?"  "You told me to go to quiet time, and here I am," he continued, "what's your problem?"