Woolsey Family Chronicles

Documenting the journey of raising triplets and their wild big sister

Confessions of a Mom with 4 Sick Kids. . . 5 if you count Chris March 21, 2009

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When the kids are all sick in this house it is utter chaos. I feel scattered and out of control and even with a nanny on board I feel that we are short helping hands. During times like this I want to crawl into my bed and not come out until the illnesses have passed. I was having coffee with my girlfriends this morning while Ava was at school and the babies were napping (Nanny Kathy was at the house of course) and as I was walking back to my car I said — maybe to myself, maybe out load, I cannot remember — I don’t wanna go home to all those sick snotty sneezing wheezing coughing barfing kids.

Let me break it down for you: Ava has a horrible cough and was coughing so hard at 6 in the morning that she threw up 3 times in her bed; Violet has a double ear infection and bronchitis with green oozing from many orafices; Elsa has a double ear infection; and Preston has an ear infection in one ear. Oh, I forgot to mention that I have another sinus infection and Chris has a cold. Even Nanny Kathy is on antibiotics. It is ridiculous and pathetic at the same time.

So, Chris and I are at the doctor today with Violet and Preston. Violet is a terrible patient and she usually screams bloody murder if the doctor even starts inching toward her. This visit was different though because our doctor — a woman — has a major curly unruly afro and Violet liked it. She liked it a lot. She kept caressing this doctor’s unruly afro and using her pointer finger to poke around her curls and at her face while the doctor was listening to her breathing through the stethascope. The afro saved the day. Preston just sits there and lets them do what they please to him and usually has a smile on his face because he is so super easy going. The doctor informed us that Violet may have pneumonia and a double ear infection and Preston had an ear infection. Then Chris drilled the doctor about Violet’s turned-in feet and reassured him that Violet does not have club foot and her feet will straighten out once she starts walking. This is his third opinion on the matter. She left the room and Chris had tears in his eyes. I said, “Chris, are you crying?” and he said “I just want all my babies to be healthy.” Bringing Chris to the doctor with me is always interesting.

I had a similar emotional experience as Chris on the way to the doctor for my own illness a few days ago. Traffic was stopped on Cameron Park drive going both ways and backed way up. I cussed about it briefly and wondered what the hold up could be at 2pm. Then from a real distance I saw what looked like a dog dodging in and out of traffic and traffic in both lanes had stopped completely so no one would hit this clueless dog. A few good samaritans had gotten out of their cars and were literally weaving in and out of traffic with the dog trying to catch him so he would not be flattened by a car. It took about five minutes and finally a woman had her arms around the dog on the side of the road and was hugging and petting him and just loving him. I completely lost it. I was crying my eyes out thinking about how this beautiful dog had almost gotten hit by numerous cars on his little escapade and then I thought about how this one little dog managed to stop so many cars and these people who had actually gotten out of their cars and were running around the streets of Cameron Park after this dog. It was too much for me to take in my current state and I cried all the way to my doctor’s appointment. I think it was the dog, in combination with the good sumeritans, in combination with all the stress that accummulates inside of me when I have sick kids, in combination with my own sinus infection that was raging and pounding inside my head, all of this created a much needed release for me.

Enough about illness. My little people are growing up and working on some new skills. Elsa is trying to say new words and repeating some words that she hears. It is so adorable. She said “hi” to Gramps several times last night when she saw him. Violet watches your lips move when you talk to her and then you can practically see her little wheels spinning inside her head trying to make her lips shape around those same words. Violet has also found a special friend; Curious George. She has a very special attachment to the very soft curious George stuffed animal that Chris insists on calling a teddy bear despite several attemps by Ava and myself to correct him. She sleeps with Curious George, carries him around the house, hugs him. Ava thinks this relationship is very special and is nurturing the love between Violet and her monkey by always finding the monkey wherever it may be in the house and bringing it to her. It is very sweet.

Another interesting thing that has been happening is that oftentimes when the babies are in their chairs eating food they play with each other and touch each other and steal food from each others chairs. This has been happening for 6 months. Violet has always stuck her pointer finger, which she loves to use, in Elsa’s mouth and it is just a way that they interact. Well, now Elsa has two front teeth and two bottom teeth and when Violet sticks her pointer finger in Elsa’s mouth, Elsa bites down right into Violet’s finger. Violet lets out a scream so loud that I am sure my neighbors want to put their house up for sale. Since Violet doesn’t seem to learn from previous journeys into Elsa’s mouth of pain, I have had to separate Violets booster away from Elsa. Just another fun multiples moment.

Ava has been quite a big girl lately. We have reached a milestone with her that I wasn’t sure would ever happen. For the first 4 years of her life, Ava never once played by herself. I know this seems like a gross exaggeration or maybe an impossibility, but it is true. As a mom, I constantly questioned what I was doing wrong and why my child wouldn’t sit down and do anything on her own. I compared her with other kids, mainly boys since that is all she had in her playgroup that we have attended on Fridays from the time she was six months old. I wondered why all the other kids could sit for an hour or longer and play with trains or various toys and Ava couldn’t do this for even a minute. I cried to Chris, I cried to my mom, I cried to Sherri, I cried to my sister – why is every second of my day monopolized by this needy child? When will it end? Well, when you have one year old triplets for siblings you learn that playing by yourself or having alone time isn’t so bad. The other day she played imaginary play with her barbies for about an hour. I couldn’t believe it. She is growing up and she is smart enough to adapt to her new environment. Don’t get me wrong, Ava still spends most of her day playing with someone, but the difference now is that she is actually learning to play independently also.


Ava was giving Chris lots of hugs and kisses while they were playing in the hot tub. Chris said, “Ava, why do you love daddy so much?”
Ava replied, “what would I do if I wasn’t loving you?”
On the way to Mountain Mike’s pizza last night, Chris told Ava that mommy and daddy were upset with her today because we wanted her to treat people nicely and we sent her to her room so that she would think about things. Ava said, “I did think about things.” Chris asked, “what did you think about?” Ava said “I thought about how beautiful the world is. I thought about how I wish the trees would talk. I thought about Disneyland and Mickey Mouse. And I thought about Grandma and Papa.”

13 days until Hawaii. I am picturing myself on the beach under the warm sun sipping on a Mai Tai reading a book. Sigh. I am taking book recommendations if anyone has a very good one.

Until next time, the mothership is signing off.


Mullet, Zoo and Doctor’s Visit March 13, 2009

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What is new in the Woolsey 6 world? Well, first of all, Violet has a mullet. I call her Flo because she looks like she has an old lady hair do – you know, the kind that is dyed bright orange and is thinning but layered in the back to attempt to give it some volume. So, Flo it is. Violet is still climbing on top of the computer but now she knows how to get herself down so problem solved. I know at least five of my nine followers were up at night worrying about that one – Chris and I were not two of those five by the way since we can usually be found passed out with drool coming out one side of our mouth.
Preston continues to solve his sister’s aggressive problem that they take out on him with a big manly bear hug. My boy is a lover not a fighter. He remains the only triplet of the bunch that hasn’t hit or tried to maul their cousin Ronin. But when Preston went to give Ronin one of his bear hugs the other day Ronin turned to his mama in horror and whimpered a little.
Elsa continues to waver between clingy and totally fun party girl. You never know what you are going to get minute to minute. Elsa’s new thing these days is “how big is Elsa” and she throws her arms up into the air with exuberance and we say “so big”. I can tell right now that Elsa is going to be our little princess who knows how to get what she wants by batting her big brown eyes and flashing that toothy big smile at the world. She currently has her daddy and her Gramps wrapped around her finger.

On Tuesday Chris and I took all the kids, along with Molly, Nima and Ronin, to the Folsom Zoo for a little excursion. We brought along our new Choo Choo wagon which was great fun. We started with a park picnic and meandered into the zoo to check out some animals. Ava had fun pulling the choo choo wagon around and introducing the babies to those who showed even the slightest sign of interest. It was such a nice day and I always feel like a better mom when I get the babies out of the house and into the world to smell, touch, feel, and see all the interesting things around us. Elsa in particular enjoyed the monkeys while Preston really enjoyed taking a ride in the Choo Choo wagon. Violet found a renegade container of Gerber sweet potatoes in her wagon and she enjoyed chewing on that most of the trip.

Today was interesting because I had an appointment for the babies’ to go in and have their one year doctor’s visit. Chris was gone because the appointment escaped his work calendar and he had work in San Francisco. Kathy went with me and let me tell you, two people just didn’t cut it for this visit. One person per baby would’ve been perfect because they are older and more aware of everything now. Violet was beside herself the minute we stepped into the office. That Violet is a smart one and not much gets past her (hmmmm, like someone else I know whose name starts with the letter A) and she cried like I have never seen Violet cry. I felt really badly for her. Elsa is a squirmy little girl and Preston just sat in his car seat and played with his feet for most of the first part of the visit.
So, here are the stats:

Weight: 17 pounds, 9 ounces
Height: 28 inches
Head Circumferance: big head
5th percentile for height and 5th percentile for weight (on the boy chart – not adjusted for prematurity)

Weight: 17 pounds
Height: 27 1/2 inches
Head Circumferance: medium head
10th percentile for weight and 10th percentile for height (on the girl chart – not adjusted for prematurity)

Weight: 17 pounds
Height: 28 inches
Head Circumferance: small head
10th percentile for weight, 25 percentile for height

The doctor was very pleased with their growth and progress and they are doing everything they are supposed to do at one year. He gave me the okay to eliminate formula which will save me $17 a day. Unfortunately the babies don’t weigh enough to be forward facing in their brand new snazzy car seats I bought them so I will continue to lug around the infant seats a little while longer. At this appointment they had to get their little fingers pricked for one of the tests and Violet bled as if they had just cut her finger off. She also screamed like they just cut her finger off. Preston acted hurt and confused why this kind of torture was being inficted upon him. Elsa tried desperately to escape the kung fu hold I had on her and she almost won. It was hairy. It was stressful. It was exhausting. On the way home Kathy asked me if I had considered bringing one at a time. I said, “uh, yeah, after today I have.”

The rest of the day was most pleasant as we spent it across the street at the park. Kathy and I brought all the kids and we put them on the swings and took them down the slide and found some fish swimming in the little pond and put them on the ground where they tried to eat the bark. It was such a beautiful day that it felt so good to be outside and let the sun shine on us.
Until next time, the mothership is signing off.


Funny Little Triplets March 2, 2009

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Now that we have passed the one year mark with the triplets life is getting crazy over here! Yesterday afternoon I was bustling around the house trying to get things picked up quickly and I noticed the kids in the playroom were being very quiet. What good little triplets. They are playing so nicely, so quietly while I am trying to get some housework done. Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore so I went to check on them quickly and this is what I saw:

Violet had climbed to the top of Ava’s computer desk and was passing out CD’s that were on top of the desk like she was a rock star on stage. Her adoring fans (Elsa and Preston) were below on the ground cheering her on and loving her style as she frolicked on top of the desk. I couldn’t believe the scene. I wish I had it on videotape now. So, I removed her from her throne and went to change Preston’s poopy diaper on the playroom floor. As I am madly wiping I look over and within about 10 second Violet had made it to the top of the computer desk and was banging on Ava’s keyboard and teetering on the edge; one false move and I can envision her falling and banging the back of her head on the seat bench on the way down. So I leave Preston in his poopy mess and hope that he doesn’t roll and spread his feces all over the playroom so I can save Violet from potential brain damage. The minute I set Violet back on the ground she speed races to the top of the desk again and laughs that naughty Violet laugh. I had to put her outside my once very safe playroom so I can finish changing Preston’s diaper. So now I have to determine what to do about the computer desk; do I move it to the family room or do I try and find a gate to put around the desk so Violet can’t climb it?
The babies are obsessed with my Roomba – you know, my vacuum that vacuumes the house on its own. Well, now I can’t have it on in the same room as the babies because they scurry over to it and turn it off and then turn it on and then turn it off. They do this over and over for sheer entertainment. Sometimes one of them will hitch a little ride on it as they are trying to turn it off and the Roomba will carry them around the room as it attempts to clean my floor. Oy. And the thing with multiples is you always have one clever baby or one daring baby or a baby that is extra curious about something that day and once they start to do something the other babies learn from them and then you have three babies who are doing something you don’t want them to do. It is very amusing and a lot of work at the same time.

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it before but Violet is my violent child. I know she does not try to hurt the other kids but she is fast and she is rough and I often find her beating up on the other kids. Even when Ava gets her face to close to Violet, Violet will whip that little hand out and in a split second she will rip Ava’s glasses from her face. Well, Violet’s favorite target is Preston. I am not sure why other than Preston has a very gentle and passive personality and she knows she gets maximum attention when she picks on him. So, yesterday Preston decided he has a very good technique to fight back with. Violet was next to him playing and she decided to start poking at his face and slamming her hands down on his bald little head. Preston turned to her and put his arms around her whole body like a big bear hug, opened his mouth nice and big and stuck it right on her face and then body slammed her to the ground. Violet couldn’t believe it. She didn’t know if she should cry or not but she was definitely shocked. So then the same thing happened this morning – the Preston body slam to the ground. I love the way he does it – as gently as he can and without a noise. And once she is down to the ground he picks his toy back up and continues to play like nothing happened. Violet looks at me for love, sympathy and support and I just tell her that she deserved it. Guess what? Violet hasn’t messed with Preston since early this morning. I think his strategy is working.

My boy Pres also likes to run behind his truck and his train. Elsa does also. Violet is the only baby who does not and I am sure this is because her little feet turn inward which makes it difficult for her to walk. Preston walks behind things with straight legs and a big smile on his face everytime. He hasn’t learned how to turn his vehicles so he just rams them into anything in his path including other people. It is really funny. He is a boy through and through.

Elsa who is normally very easy going and good natured has been very clingy lately. My best guess is that it is her teeth that are coming in. She has her two top teeth coming down and her two bottom teeth coming up. If I leave her side she cries and follows me and then clings to me for dear life. If I am on the ground, forget about it – Elsa grabs onto me with those hands of hers and she will not let go. I could stand up and I would have Elsa hanging from me like a little monkey. I guess she just needs me the most right now so I gave her the most attention today. The others just have to adapt and play more by themselves and their turn for neediness will come one day and then they will get more attention.

Chris and Ava are in SoCal this week. Chris had a meeting in San Diego and Ava went down to spend the week with Papa and Grandma. They have a lot of great things planned for Ava since nobody likes a bored Ava. It is quiet and lonely around this house without those two big mouthes. Ah well, I still have Violet’s big mouth in the meantime.
Until next time, the mothership is signing off.