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"Are they triplets?" "No, I found the other one in the parking lot and thought, 'why not?'"


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1 crib down 2 to go

3 out of 3 Diplock children are now sleeping in “big girl and big boy” beds.  I decided tonight that it was time.  I am certain that if we left Aidan in his crib he would happily be 30 years old and sleeping in his crib.  There is no going back either if the boy doesn’t like it because his crib was the only one that does not convert into a toddler bed.  So it has been totally dismantled and put down in the basement.    I moved Isabelle’s big bed into the twins room for her to sleep in.  Then we took apart Aidan’s crib.  Aidan now sleeps in what used to be Madeline’s crib converted to a toddler bed.  Madeline is sleeping in what was Isabelle’s crib which is also currently a toddler bed.  Madeline’s crib is much lower to the ground so we felt that Aidan would be better off in this bed in case we have any issues with him falling out.  I did put two fluffy pillows on the floor for him also.  Aidan was not overly impressed about the new sleeping arrangements but in time he will get used to it.

The girls are able to get in and out of their beds, and Aidan is always left behind.  So tomorrow he will discover the freedom that is getting out of bed with his sisters tomorrow morning and heading for the playroom.  And also he will enjoy this after nap time.  It seems as though Isabelle likes to let her sister out of her bedroom around 3pm and they whoop it up in the play room.  Aidan again was being left behind.  So now he will be able to join in the fun.  What’s funny to me is I can totally hear the girls playing in the room.  So every day this week I’ve snuck upstairs after nap time and “caught” them playing in the play room.  At first they think they are in trouble but I quickly assure them that they were doing a great job of playing together and quietly while Mommy had her quiet time.  So I think this is going to work well for us.  My plan is to take most of the kids toys upstairs to what used to be Isabelle’s room and it will officially become the play room.  I’d like to take the two change tables out of there so there is a bit more room.  I think I may go as far as putting the toy kitchen up there also.  I’d like to encourage them to play up there and thus I get my living room back for the most part.  I make do this transition slowly but I hope it works out in the end.

On to lunches.  This is what my last week was like…..

Monday
Me: Hey guys, what would you like for lunch today?
The Three Stooges: Grilled Cheese!

Tuesday
Me: Hey guys, what would you like for lunch today?
The Three Stooges: Grilled Cheese!
Me: Um, we just had that yesterday, how about something different?!
The Three Stooges: Awhhhh!

Wednesday
Me: Hey guys, what would you like for lunch today?
The Three Stooges: Grilled Cheese!
Me: Um, we just had that two days ago, how about something different?!
The Three Stooges: GRILLED CHEEEEEEESES!!!
Me: Fine.

Thursday
Me: Hey guys, what would you like for lunch today?
The Three Stooges: Grilled Cheese!
Me: Um, we just had that yesterday, how about something different?!
The Three Stooges: Awhhhh!

Friday
Me: Hey guys, what would you like for lunch today?
The Three Stooges: Grilled Cheese!
Me: Um, we just had that two days ago, how about something different?!
The Three Stooges: GRILLED CHEEEEEEESES!!!
Me: No, we can’t just have grilled cheese sandwiches all the time.  What do you want for lunch?
Aidan: JAM!!
The girls: No answer as they are holding out for grilled cheeses.

I’m not even going to continue the week because I think at this point you understand what the pattern is.  We actually ran out of bread faster than we ran out of MILK!  That is a first in this house.  I actually had to go and buy more bread tonight because I don’t want to face the kids tomorrow when lunch time comes around and have to tell them that we don’t have bread for their grilled cheese sandwiches.  In other food notes, Isabelle actually let us put sauce on her pasta!!  While we still tend to struggle with her when it comes to meals we get little victories here and there.

 

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If you can’t say anything nice….

Dear readers,

I’ve been absent and I feel like it’s happening a lot lately.  I don’t know what it is that keeps me from writing here.  Lots of times I’ve had material for a post but just haven’t had the desire to write.  Ever since moving out of the North, I’ve always worried that my blog would not be as exciting for you all to read.  I mean, how exciting is it to read about 3 kids all the time?  Well I guess it could be a little exciting at times. 

Lately I think I have decided not to write because I feel like I have nothing nice to write about.  The 3 kids are at this age right now where everything has to be a fight.  It’s almost like a less dramatic preview of what life is going to be like with 3 teens in the house.   Isabelle is being a typical 3-year-old.  She is 3 but acts as if she’s 23.  She wants to do everything by herself but when she can’t do something by herself she throws a fit.  She also likes to think that when I’m not around she can fill in for me.  I’ve overheard her several times telling the twins to do things like pick up toys or to sit down and listen.  She will also come up to me, hug me and tell me she loves me.  I love those moments, I just wish they weren’t immediately followed by her screaming at her sister or brother about a toy.

Madeline.  Where do I even start.  How about with one word.  “NO.”  That about sums up the stage she is in.  If she doesn’t get her way about something, she then immediately doesn’t like it.  She does not want to hear your creative way for her to either get something close to what she wants or exactly what she wants.  She doesn’t want to listen period.  She doesn’t want to help pick up toys, she doesn’t want to follow simple instructions at times.  She just wants to push, punch, slap, bite (not often), scream, cry, pull hair, poke, swipe toys, throw toys etc.  She can be sweet and cuddly and can still be a little shy at times also.  But she is certainly embracing her 2-year-old self.

Aidan.  Oh Aidan.  You have two sisters who just won’t let you play by yourself.  And when you are quietly playing on your own, they probably ruin it for you by taking your toy, knocking over your trains or shoving you off the corn popper.  Aidan still likes to cuddle and is still a Mommy’s boy.  He loves his cars and trains still and is finding that he has a love for dinosaurs too.  He still sleeps in a crib by choice and he may find that he will be having his own room sooner than later.  He loves to sleep and needs his sleep.  And he’s also finally finding is voice, so the girls might want to watch out.  The time of taking from Aidan and getting away with it may be coming to an end for them.  Aidan loves his plastic lawn mower and will have an all out tantrum if one of the girls tries to play with it.  He likes to ride on the trikes, however does not pedal just yet.  He’s starting to be a little more assertive as well.

The three of them together have good times and bad times.  And lately I feel like I’ve been overwhelmed with bad times.  So much fighting and arguing that I don’t really want to post about that.  I’m so drained by the end of the that I can’t even make up a cheery story to tell!  Kids will be kids and while my kids have their moments, I know that I still have really awesome kids and my life could be a lot worse.  My 3 hours of peace have come to an end, time to get the little fight club up from their naps.