Woolsey Family Chronicles

Documenting the journey of raising triplets and their wild big sister

Triplets Turn 3 February 24, 2011

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My sweet beautiful precious babies turned 3 on Tuesday. I planned a mini-party at Tumble Time for them and then I was going to have a few people over Tuesday night for pizza and cupcakes. As we were eating our lunch at Tumble Time after they finished their tumbling, Preston started acting funny and wouldn’t eat. He was very fussy, pretty uncharacteristic of him. I went home and put all the kids down for a nap and about ½ an hour later Preston woke up screaming, sweating, with a horrible fever. I called off the party that night, thank goodness, because then Elsa woke up feeling terrible also.

Yesterday I took all three to the doctor and Preston and Elsa have full-blown strep. They were telling me that their throats hurt and their mouths hurt also. They were complaining that their stomach hurt. All these things are typical for strep. I felt so badly that their birthday was ruined by strep; well maybe not ruined, but certainly not as much fun as they should’ve had. I guess that is what happens when you have a February birthday.

For their birthday this year nanny Kathy, Angela and Chris and I went in on a trampoline that can fit in our playroom and then will be moved outside in the summer. It is really cool and the kids love it. Chris and I bought the girls these sweet jewelry boxes with jewelry in it, and with the ballerina that twirls and sings beautiful music. They love it. We also got the girls some fancy dresses. Preston of course got some big trucks. Ava got them books that they can trace letters and numbers on with markers.

Elsa, Violet and Preston are so special, each in their own way.

Elsa is our smart, sometimes sweet sometimes snarky, little girlie girl. She is different from the red heads and completely comfortable with it. While the red heads are running wild screaming and yelling and wrestling, Elsa will be relaxing or cuddling with us. While the red heads ride their scooters and bikes, Elsa would rather do flash cards or puzzles, or play games on my phone. While the red heads are jumping and crashing all over the trampoline, Elsa is playing an alphabet game on the couch. Elsa is the kid that you can take anywhere and she is social and will adapt to her environment seamlessly without being shy or clingy. She is our Elsie Pie and we love her so much.

Violet is tallest, most slender weighing two pounds less than her brother and sister, with milky white skin and very dark eyes. Violet is one of those kids that is wise beyond her years. She is very aware of everything going on in the world around her and very sensitive, yet strong-willed. Violet has a passion for fashion. If she is not wearing a fancy dress or Halloween costume over her regular clothes, she is carrying it around or sleeping with it at night. She is very unique and special and I would say she is the favorite of all of her siblings, Ava especially. What I love most about Violet is her determination to succeed and her passion for everything she does in life. It is that quality that will take her far in life. She is also the sweetest, most compassionate little girl. She is our VV June and we love her so much.

Preston is our boy and we adore him. He is sweet and super sensitive and his precious little face with his bright blue eyes and red hair make me want to eat him up. He definitely acts like the baby of the family and his mama baby’s him also. He loves all the boy stuff, despite having three sisters which kind of proves the whole nature vs. nurture thing. Trucks, skateboards, bikes, and trains are his favorite things. He loves his sisters dearly, and if one of them is missing, he always asks about them and where they are. Preston has really come into his own in the last 6 months, becoming very verbal and confident and super funny. His obsession with vacuums is ongoing with no end in sight. Preston’s version of an ideal outing would be going to Costco or Best Buy and getting free time in the vacuum section for hours. His favorite vacuum thus far is the Dyson. He is our Pressie James and we love him so much.

 Happy birthday my angels. May you be happy and healthy and take it easy on your parents this next year of life.

Until next time, the mothership is signing off.


Beautiful Wrinkled Up Mommy February 11, 2011

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Children have an amazing way of boosting your self-esteem or making you feel like an old, ugly, fat person.  For example, Ava has taken to calling me “beautiful mommy”, which I fully support and encourage.  She even draws me pictures telling me how beautiful I am.  It is so nice to know that I am seen as beautiful through her eyes. 

One of the sweet pictures to me from Ava

Meanwhile, Preston has formed an intense fascination with my wrinkled forehead.  Every day he asks me what that is on my forehead as he runs his hand across my wrinkles.  I tell him they are wrinkles.  Then he says, I want to pinch them, and then he proceeds to take his little fingers and pinch all of my forehead wrinkles together into one big protruding clump of wrinkle.  My wrinkles seem to be very amusing and entertaining to Preston.  I should go get botox injections and tell Preston to pinch my wrinkles now punk!  It is obvious that Preston needs a little training on what to say to women.  This should come quickly for him with his three sisters. 

Preston is becoming aware that he is a “guy” vs. a “lady”, as he says.  He walks around saying, “mommy, I’m a guy.”  It is seriously so cute I can’t stand it.  Occasionally he throws in a descriptive like, Preston is a baseball guy, or Preston is a skateboarding guy.  I don’t know how he even knows about baseball since we don’t watch it in this house.  Maybe if you are born a male in America you just innately know about baseball. 

I forgot to give an update on Ava’s spelling bee.  Ava made it through the fourth round at the spelling bee.  There were 10 1st and 2nd graders left.  The word was “started”, a very easy word for Ava to spell.  So the announcer says, “started” and then uses it in a sentence and then says “start”.  Well, Ava got confused because while she is a superb speller, she is a less than stellar listener, and she wrote “start” instead of “started”.  She was eliminated.  She did not care.  Her mother and father, on the other hand, were devastated.  I think it is just frustrating when you know your child can spell every word on the 500 word list and she is eliminated because of a silly error.  Poor Chris was a sweaty basket case as he watched her spell words for an hour during the bee.  My dad said that it was probably a good thing that Ava got eliminated because he was worried that Chris’s health was in jeopardy.  Chris came home and said that he is going to have to learn to get a handle on himself and his emotions for next time he is put in a similar situation.  We are proud of Ava for getting as far as she did as a teeny tiny little first grader. 

Elsa is finally potty trained.  She went from never wanting to use the potty to wanting to use it excessively.  I am very pleased that I have all my kids potty trained before the age of 3.  I do still need to work on the pooping in the potty for Preston and Elsa, but that will come soon, along with the toddler beds and getting rid of the binkies.  It should be an interesting couple of months.  I also feel like naptime is coming to a close soon.  Elsa only takes a few naps a week and the rest of the time she sits up in her crib and talks to herself.  Preston and Violet sometimes opt out of the nap also, but there is no opting out of the “quiet time.”


I had a good bad dream last night.  The good news was that I could breathe underwater.  The bad news was that there were people chasing me with poison.

Until next time, the mothership is signing off.


Tragedy February 3, 2011

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I went into my Pilates class at 10am and by the time I got out at 11am all hell had broken loose.  I have this strange sixth sense habit of calling people right when calamity or crisis is taking place.  At 11am I called my mom on her cell phone just to check in and she told me that the principal of the elementary school in Placerville, just up the road from where I live now and the place I grew up, was shot and killed.  My mom had received an emergency bulletin at school announcing to administration of the tragedy.  

The janitor of the school walked into the principal’s office around 10:30 am and shot him in the abdomen.  The the janitor went home.  The principal was rushed to Marshall Hospital.   The poor students of the school were bussed out to the El Dorado County Fairgrounds to be picked up by their worried parents. 

The principal Sam LaCara’s wife had heard about the shooting and was speeding up Highway 50 to get to her husband.  She was pulled over by police for speeding, but when she explained why she was in such a hurry she got a police escort to the hospital. 

My mom says that Sam was a very nice man and the father of three girls, who now do not have a father.   

Tragedies happen every day, but this one happened so close to my home, and in my hometown.  It has affected me deeply. I cannot understand how there are monsters out there who are willing to commit such a horrible act.  Sam was a man with a very important and special job, working hard to make sure his elementary school is run well and that the kids at his school are handled with love, caring and fairness.  As principal, Sam was the mediator between staff and parents.  This is a hard job and one that should be honored and respected.  I know this because I watch what my mom does as principal, and how hard she works and how much she loves her school and “her” kids that attend the school. 

This shooting is a disgrace, and my heart goes out to Sam’s family, as well as those children who probably need grief counseling to heal them from the trauma of losing their beloved principal to a gun shooting at their own school, which is supposed to be a safe place. 

But to all the gun-lovers out there, do you really think our system of gun ownership is working?  Anybody can get a gun and anyone can enter a school and shoot the principal.  What is it going to take to fix our system and change the laws surrounding gun ownership? For example, as told to me by Chris, at thousands of gun shows every year, people are able to purchase firearms without going through a background check.  Under the federal Brady Act, Federal Firearms Licensees (FFLs) are required to check the purchaser’s background with the FBI’s National Instant Criminal Background Check System (NICS) before transferring any firearm. 

 However, a person does not need a federal firearms license—and the Brady Act does not apply—if the person is not “engaged in the business” of selling firearms pursuant to federal law.  These non-licensees make up one-quarter or more of the sellers of firearms at gun shows.  Consequently, felons, the severely mentally ill and other prohibited persons who want to avoid Brady Act checks and records of their purchases are able to buy firearms at gun shows. 

Concurrent with the shooting yesterday, the Cameron Park community lost a wonderful mom and friend, Pietra Duffy, who fought courageously to the very end against lung cancer.  She faced her terminal disease with a smile on her face and maintained her warm and loving spirit in the midst of an enormous struggle for life.  She will be missed by so many, especially her husband and two children. 

Yesterday was a very sad day.  I hugged my babies and appreciated that they were healthy and safe and celebrated that they were in my life.  I met my wonderful neighbor friends at our neighborhood park for some cocktails and snacks while we watched the kids do what kids do in an expanse of grass; climb trees, chase each other and concoct plays.  That night we waited for Chris to come home from his business trip and then we were all together again.

In tragedy there is change and compassion and strength of the human spirit; our opportunity to rise above and come together and understand and appreciate life. I believe it is tragedy that creates the inspiration to affect change, whether it be something small like loving your family deeper, or bigger like trying to change our gun laws or raising money for cancer research. 

Until next time, the mothership is signing off.