Woolsey Family Chronicles

Documenting the journey of raising triplets and their wild big sister

Jesus in our Heart, But Snot in Our Nose March 30, 2010

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We were teased by a little bit of lovely spring weather and now it is 40 degrees outside and we are stuck indoors. The little kids all have a virus. Preston has bronchitis again. He is wheezing and coughing this horrible hacking cough. On Friday he had “shiny clean eardrums”. He had clear lungs. He didn’t have any visible mucus, but he was acting very strange and had a fever. My Monday, bronchitis. Violet has bronchitis and an ear infection. Elsa has a sinus infection. Ava and I have the common cold. The little kids are not eating much food. Violet is down to 20 pounds again. She almost weighed a whopping 22 pounds before this illness struck.

We have had to postpone our trip to Monterey and San Luis Obispo to next Sunday because of illnesses and rainy weather in SLO. I figure, if we are taking all of these little kids on a “vacation”, the conditions must at least be positive. Healthy kids and good weather would be helpful. Let’s face it, the trip is going to be challenging enough without the added adverse conditions.

Perhaps Ava’s singing will help us all feel better for our trip. Ava belts out tunes about the lord each day. And when I say belts, I mean she really sings it as loudly and passionately as possible. There is a lot of nonsensical filler that Chris and I cannot quite make out, but when she belts out her chorus, Got Jesus in your heart, we all feel blessed. Maybe the nonsensical filler in between the main chorus is Ava speaking in tongues, I am not quite sure. But believe me, we are definitely feeling blessed and holy at the same time in our house.
I feel that I haven’t blogged in awhile and I should have more to say, but alas, I am tired and I have this past season of Mad Men waiting for me, calling my name, in my bedroom.

Ava-isms:
Ava asked me the other day where daddy is. I said, “he is at Starbucks working.” She said in her most disbelieving tone of voice “he’s passing out scones to people?” I said, “no, he isn’t working behind the counter at Starbucks, he brought his laptop to Starbucks and is doing his job at Starbucks.

I asked Ava if she is sure she wants to wear her new fancy sparkly gemmy sandals to the park and in the sandbox and she replied “but mom, that is why they are called sandals. Get it, Sand-als?” Outsmarted again.

Until next time, the mothership is signing off.

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Irony March 13, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — The Hip Mothership @ 4:33 am
Elsa cuddling with Ava . . . Ava is in heaven
The kids playing at McKinley Park in Sacramento
Preston insisted on wearing a headband like his sisters
A rare moment where they are all actually sitting watching a Baby Einstein
Preston shoved this little girl right out of the way since
she was interfering with his train connecting project.  Look
how dejected she looks in the background.
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Mom’s need to take every moment of refuge that they can find in a day. Mine is dinner making time at precisely 5pm. I am released from kid duty around 5pm each night when Chris is in town, and I nearly run to the kitchen to get dinner prepared. Why am I running, you may ask? One: because I am free from kid duty. Two: because I have only ½ an hour to prepare a full dinner. Three: sometimes I pour myself a generous glass of wine to take the edge off while I am frantically preparing dinner, and that I look forward to. I get iTunes playing through my speakers in the kitchen and go to work. Since I have 30 minutes to prepare a dinner, lately my go-to cookbook is Rachel Ray 30 Minute Meals. It is really fantastic because while I cannot get my kids to eat many of my dinners, I can if I cook it out of Rachel Ray.

Ava continues to keep us on our toes. Most the time we don’t know what to do with her, but we do our very best, that is for sure. Her recent passion is spelling. She spells everything. When we get in the car Ava usually says to me, “mom, can we do some spelling? This means that I think of words and she needs to spell them. She spells most words correctly. She can spell Mississippi forwards and backwards. Another one of Ava’s less admirable passions these days is lying. She likes to tell me stories about anything and everything, and she will go to great lengths to lie in order to get out of trouble. She will lie about lying; it is a tangled web she weaves. I know it is just a phase but I am beginning to take it seriously. Today Ava spent the afternoon hanging out by herself in her room as punishment for lying. Hanging out in her room by herself is Ava’s worst nightmare. We all know by now what a social butterfly Ava is and that she does not like to be by herself when there are social opportunities to be had. While Ava was banned to her bedroom I was in the front yard and the little kids were pushing their lawnmowers, strollers and bikes to the edge of the drop off of our very steep driveway for the sole purpose of driving me to the edge of sanity. All the while Ava was at the second story window knocking on it and waving emphatically at us from her “prison quarters”.

I have been taking the kids, the triple threat that is, to Tumble Time Gymnastics by myself on Wednesdays because I don’t have a nanny on that day anymore. We have our very own class that they opened up just for the Woolsey triplets, which has been really great. This last week, though, a mom and dad brought their 2 year old son to “our” class. I was quite proud of myself as the mothership and my three precious cargo for managing to get from the parking lot through the front door safely, with all of them holding hands with each other. It was definitely one of the cutest things I have seen in a while, and a proud mommy moment. So, the first thing the dad of the 2 year old says to me upon inspection of my situation is “triplets?” Yep, I say. “Ohhhhhh, I’m soooo sorry.” I have heard this strange insult to my wonderful children a few times now and to that I always say “oh you shouldn’t be sorry because they are just the most wonderful kids.”

Now I have heard a few rude things since conceiving triplets, most of which I have listed on this blog before. My personal favorites are “that is my worst nightmare” and “I would kill myself.” The “I’m so sorry” comment is one that always catches me off guard. You feel sorry for me? Okay, I can understand thinking that, but saying it out loud? Really? Yet, there was an irony in his comment that I came to realize after the hour gymnastics class was up. I was by myself with the three and my three kids did everything that was asked of them. Not one of the ever uttered one complaint and were happy fully participating gymnasts. I easily managed the three of them through the obstacle courses, then lined them up on the bench and put their shoes, socks and sweaters on and ushered them out of the door. Meanwhile, it took mom and dad to manage their unruly 2 year old who only seemed to know how to say one word very loudly, and this word he abused . . . NO! He threw tantrums when he was asked to do something he didn’t want to do, he screamed at the top of his lungs at random. At one point his mom muttered under her breath, “this is embarrassing.” So, as it turns out, I am the one who should have told them I felt sorry for them. Humph.

Today I took my boy Pres to the train museum with Molly and Ronin. Preston spent most of the time running back and forth on the train as fast as he could. He loved it. Then we went to the top level where there are Thomas the Train tables set up and all the kids can play. Preston collected all the trains he could find on this massive table and lined them up in a row, and then strong-armed anyone who tried to take one of the trains from his newly formed collection. It was a mommy/son day and I know that we all thoroughly enjoyed it.

Ava-ism:

Did you know that there are three people watching us all the time?

Who?

Jesus, God and Santa Claus

Until next time, the mothership is signing off.

 

Mitz’vah March 1, 2010

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I experienced a Monday morning Mitz’vah today. I loaded all the kids up to take Ava to piano class. The little kids and I play in the park for about 45 minutes while Ava tries her hands at becoming the next Mozart. On the way home I thought I could really use a mocha from Starbucks, and it is the perfect Starbucks because there is a drive through, and because it is directly on my way home. I pulled up to the order speaker and Ava had already placed her Starbucks order with me – a vanilla milk – and then I realized I had not brought my purse. I told the Starbucks employee that I just realized I have no money to buy our drinks so I will just have to drive on through. Ava let out a long disappointed moan from the backseat. Then the Starbucks employee told me that I should just order whatever I want and they will take care of it. So, I ordered my mocha and Ava’s vanilla milk but nothing for the little kids in the very back of the car. Well, now that they are two, they are pretty insistent on getting a little something from Starbucks as well when we are there. But since I didn’t have any money to pay today, I thought I may be an imposition to order FOUR vanilla milks. Elsa was so angry about the fact that she didn’t get a vanilla milk that she cried the entire rest of the way home. Oh well, Ava and I were pretty happy. Ava said, “that was the nicest thing anybody has done all day!” Thank you Starbucks for spotting me some cash for my coffee this morning!!

A few days ago my Triplet Connection magazine for higher order multiples came in the mail. It comes very sporadically and infrequently, but because I am part of this fairly small segment of the population of people who are raising triplets, I find the articles totally interesting.

Moms and dads share their stories of having and raising triplets and the ups and downs they experience as parent of higher order multiples. One article was written by a mom of triplets and an older child that are now all in college. She told her tragic story about when her older child was four and her triplets were two, and her 35 year old husband died of a massive heart attack in his car on the way to work. I couldn’t even imagine how she survived each day by herself with all those little kids and the loss of her husband. It put my life in perspective.

In the back of the magazine there is this section called “Our Hearts Are With You” extending sympathy to the people around the world who have lost one or all of their triplets. It is heart wrenching. This section is always hard to read. Even with all of the information out there, while I was pregnant with the triplets I turned a blind eye to the many sad outcomes of triplet pregnancies. Today, as I read about the little tiny babies that didn’t survive their multiple gestation, I was cuddling my precious 2 year old triplets on either side of me. I was thinking that even though I have had a rough couple of weeks managing all of these kids and have been pretty grumpy along the way, I have so much to be thankful for. My outcome could’ve been devastating like these families in The Triplet Connection. Again, my life was put in perspective.

Violet June made some big strides in speech therapy last week. She repeated almost every word the speech therapist asked her to. She did this for about 40 minutes until she because too tired of talking and then she would just shake her head when asked to say something. I am so proud of her.

Ava-ism:

“Mommy I want to have my own baby,” Ava proclaims. “But you already have three babies and that is a lot more than a lot of kids have,” I reply. “No, I want to have my own baby growing inside my belly,” said Ava. “Oh, well you are too young to have your own baby in your tummy,” I explained. “How about when I am 7?” “Nope, you will still be too young. Maybe when you are 25 or 30 you can have your own baby,” I tell Ava. Ava processes this for a few. “Oh! I know why I can’t have a baby when I am 7! Because I won’t have any boobies yet and you need boobies to feed babies!”