Today I realised how fast time does fly. I had minimal warning, thanks to a change in legislation very late last year, which meant that the trio were actually eligible this year for school instead of next year. I was not all together prepared for them to start school this year – don’t get me wrong, I am absolutely ok with it, as I think it will be a massive benefit to them, but I had worked on Kindy (again) this year, and Prep for 2016. So this week, they started school. Three little Preppies and a Grade Three’er. Feels as though I blinked and it has all happened so fast.
In the name of motherhood, we do so many things! Things that I am sure when I envisioned motherhood, I never thought I would be doing *so much* of. The real, every day stuff. Like constantly being called by four tiny humans. Varying levels of “Mum/Mummy/Muuuuummmmmmy/MumMumMumMumMummy” at least 400 times a day. Yep, in one day. Idle thoughts like “Muuum, can I have an apple?’ “Mum, I can’t find _____”. Most questions revolve around food, or equality (she has more, she hit me twice, he has my car, he tricked me). Continue Reading…
My little fella and all around little buddy is growing up – quickly! He is an amazing little boy (I guess all parents say that though) who is older than his years (all of six!!). He has a very astute insight into our world, and often comments on things that I just did not think he would understand. He is quick witted (Jase was just trash talking one day – his response – “yeah? Well you’re a mother duck with ducklings” still cracks me up!
He has achieved so much already in his life and words cannot express how proud I am of him, nor how much I love this little dude. My little monkey biscuit, who has heard my heart from the inside – who still holds my hand because he knows I love it.
This is a little dude, who had the arrival of not one but *three* siblings all at once. He was three (their age now!) when they arrived and I did not get one tantrum. Even now the kid has more patience than I do some days. He said the other day when they were ganging up on me “Don’t worry mum, they go to bed soon”!!! I had to laugh! If you have met the trio, you know that they are not naughty or malicious in their play – it is always about fun and games. They just outnumber me and tend to take things that step further. And are cheeky. And then some.
So Hayden finished up school the other day – he has been at school now for two years! Prep and Grade 1!!
I think I had a few tears on his last day. He has grown so much this year – both socially and academically. He is reading at an advanced level – not because we push it on him, but because he loves it. He loves learning, and loves being able to find the information in books and adding them to his “Brain Library”. He has completed a year of Joey Scouts and has loved the camaraderie and team work associated with it. His teacher was in love with him – yep really. We asked him what he wanted to get her for a thank you present – He did think about it and came back with flowers. His reason “Mrs C loves them and I don’t think she would get them very often as she is here so much, so I think that it would be a very nice gift”. Good call little buddy!
In this year alone, Hayden has lost four teeth (two in the last week) and grown around 10 cms. He has increased his vocabulary ten fold, and has grown ‘up’ so much. He is still such a little boy in some ways, then in others, so grown up. He knows what money is and how some people have ‘enough’ and others ‘not enough’. He understands that some things are very expensive. He is amazing. He saw a remote control helicopter that he desperately wanted when he was about 4/5 and we said no. He worked out why we said no when he saw the price – $500!! His comment ‘Now I understand why you and Daddy said no”!!.
He lost his first top tooth (courtesy of a bang on the water slide – so much cheaper than the dentist!!) while we were camping. He lost his second top tooth Friday night!
Sometimes, when we are out and about, Hayden gets overlooked as he is not one of the triplets. People want to talk to them and not him. Those people are missing out, because Hayden is very much a part of the triplets. He is their big brother and has an indescribable and unbreakable bond with each of them! Hayden knows *everything* about them as much as I do sometimes! He knows when they fed, and how I fed them! I am personally not a big fan of the questions when I am out – I cannot tell you how many times I have been asked if they are ‘natural’ (to which I commonly retort – no they are robots) or if I am sure they are triplets as they are not identical. A good one (which even Hayden was laughing AT the person about the other day) recently was “Are you sure they are triplets, they only look like twins”. Uhm, yep, am sure – three babies, three placentas….go figure. I did not answer at first (if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say it…) and Hayden answered. He said ‘Excuse me (love that he uses manners!), Triplets are three, not two. Twins is only two babies’. The person quickly walked away. Wit like his mumma right there 🙂
I can’t wait to see more and watch more of the person Hayden is growing into. He is amazing already – and I know that he will hang on to his bottle of awesome sauce! He will always be a big brother, and I think he will always be a brilliant one. He is protective, kind and incredibly patient – without being asked to be. He knows it is not his job to herd triplets, or ‘look after’ them – but he does it from time to time; and always when we are crossing roads etc. He is a caring little soul, who has so much life experience already it astounds me! It is bittersweet watching your kids grow up – part of you always wants them to be the little boy who always wanted to hold your hand, and sang to you, while the other part can’t wait to see ‘what is next’.
He is still so little in a few ways – he still sleeps with Doby, and I still have to sing him a lullaby every night. He won’t go to sleep without either. He also still has to have a nightlight. But his room changes so much – out with Thomas, in with Skylanders. The dinosaurs are still there, and then there are the books. Everywhere. Everywhere!
It is his seventh Christmas this year – and each year it is more exciting for him. I want that wonder, excitement and joy to stick around for a long time! He has a list this year (so cute, handwritten!) that consists of –
A remote controlled spider
A remote controlled snake
A remote controlled dinosaur
Matchbox car (any, but I love green)
I love reading his list! He drew pictures this year as well, and he is labeling all his ‘diagrams’ as “that’s what palaeontologists do”. He jumps out of bed every day to see what Charlie (our elf on the shelf) has done ‘this time’. He asked Jason the other day (he won’t ask me!) if Charlie was real or if it was just Mummy doing it every night – he said he did not care if it was me as it was so cool, but he believed us that Charlie is real!
Hayden, you are so special! I can’t wait to see what the next 12 months bring. You are such a delight and bring so SO much joy into our lives. You will always be my little monkey biscuit though!
Well, I have to say, it has been an amazing ride, and this time three years ago, we had just entered the world of being parents to multiples. Be warned – this is going to be a long and photo heavy post! So, it all began, on the 9th of January 2010 when we found out we were more than 13 weeks pregnant with TRIPLETS. Yep, we did not expect that. Kinda explained the weird cravings and need for sleep – excessive amounts. That and I stopped drinking coffee….which is a sure pregnancy sign for me.
So began the ride. Smooth uncomplicated pregnancy, moved house, interstate even, and things didn’t slow down for me until I hit the 32 1/2 week mark. Then moving seemed like it had to be optional – I mean really….but I pushed on for another couple of weeks…..anyway…on this day, three years ago at the Royal Brisbane Hospital, I delivered three healthy, and heavy (for triplets) babies. All in the order we thought, and all with their own stories.
Here is me, minutes before being rolled around to theatre. Jason is TOTALLY freaking out, can’t string a sentence together and laughing, a lot. Laughed at the size 16g IV thinking it was a ‘bit big’ for just a caesarian…
The room was packed with about thirty people. Jason was still nervous. The anaesthetist was literally shitting himself as he had never had to do the calculations for a triplet caesar before. He was on the phone to his consultant – a lot! He was awesome though!
First up, born at 1431hours was Brendan Paul. Screaming on arrival (and still pretty much every day!!) he was so chubby! A quick review by the team allocated for him and we got our first cuddle before he was taken to the special care nursery for monitoring.
A minute later there was an “oh” from the surgeon followed by (our hearts racing) how amazing. When we asked ‘what’ it was our eldest daughter Emma – she was born in caul (meaning in the amniotic sac) which is rare and was looking straight through the sac at everyone. Amazing was the comments….Here is meeting our little girl Emma Grace at 1432 hours –
Then finally, making her the youngest by three minutes, came Caitlyn Jane. Little miss was our chicken little coming in at the lightest, but she is the heaviest now, and the bossiest….and the one with the most ‘spunk’. Here is Jason cutting her umbilical cord –
We were blessed and had totally uneventful babies – they were home within a fortnight. Then the fun began. They hit all their milestones, and there are about six months where I don’t remember much other than feed, change, wash, sleep, repeat. It was crazy. It was certainly one crazy ride. Fast forward a year – and we have three walkers – at their first birthday party –
Yep, I know it is July, but these rompers were hand stamped by a very very close friend, and I had to get a shot (inside with heaters on) of them in them. Gorgeous! And so time went by even faster. Walking turned into running, talking started, and they developed a bond that is indescribable. They will never be able to tell me what it is like to be a triplet either as they don’t know any different. The whole time through this, we have been blessed with a very very special big brother in Hayden. He has been amazing and has never once chucked a tantrum about the ‘babies’. He was talking the other day “Mum, remember when you were always giving the babies the milk all the time – that was boring for me, but I knew you had to do it” – that statement completely blindsided me, and made me realise how lucky I am to have such a special and intelligent little boy. The kids absolutely idolise him. Hayden is their be all and end all. They fight over sitting next to him, talking to him…you name it. Between 1 and 2 they became a little more ‘fun’ for Hayden. Here they are at two –
Between 2 and 3 we have seen the emergence of their individuality and also their effectiveness as a team. They have their own language, and they are most certainly in tune with each other. Emma has hair – masses of it – Caitlyn has stuff all and wants it. Hers is ranga red mullet style. Suits her attitude I guess! B is a clown – he loves getting a laugh and is a gangly stringbean. They are all active, running, laughing and hilarious kids. They plot, they plan, and they play. They fight, sure, but they seem to work out their differences quickly and are very protective of not only each other, but of Hayden as well. They don’t dob if it is a group effort. They dob if they think they can get something out of it. They are hilarious, life changing, and so incredibly loved. People still get shocked when I say I have four kids – they ask the ages and I say 6 and 3 – they work out the equation and say – you have triplets? To us, we know no different now! But I guess, it is not normal to have triplets so the novelty will always be there. Fast forward to 3. Today they are 3. Officially a couple of hours ago. I cannot believe all that they have done, and even more so what more they will do. I look at all my kids and get glimpses of what they might be like in 10 years or so…it is amazing. So here they are yesterday at their un-birthday (Jase had to work today and also it is return to school for Hayden) – I made their cakes (as I do every year! This year it was Peppa Pig and George Pig).
They got a crazy coupe each (those cool car things) an a cubby house. The cubby is for Hayden as well obviously! Jason has been putting it together over the past couple of weeks (fighting the rain and all) and it only needs painting now 🙂
So over the past three years, I think we have singlehandedly propped up a few companies – Nuk for dummies, Zaraffas for coffee and then there is the nappies. I cannot count the number of nappies I have changed. I cannot count the number of cuddles, kisses or songs I have sung. I cannot count the number of sleepless nights with sick babies or kids (thankfully not that often), the number of times we have given nurofen and panadol, or just held a child (or all three or four) because they were crook. I cannot tell you how many times I have heard Mum, Mum, MUMMY! Some things are priceless – and the unconditional love from my kids – all four of them, is one of those. These kids are going to make their own mark in this world, and in my eyes they are already great!
I have four kids that will only eat cake if ‘my mummy’ made it. Who ask for any number of baked items….we go through 4 litres of milk a day on a good day, then bread by the loaves, and fruit by the kilos. It is only going to get more and more..and this is not a whinge. It is a reality. These kids are our lives. They have changed them indefinitely – all four of them. ANd only for the better. I need to learn a little more patience, but I guess I am allowed a flaw or two along the way!
So my beautiful Brendan, Emma & Caitlyn (and yep, still always in birth order) I wish you the most wonderful of birthdays. With so, so many more to come. But three three year olds sounds pretty darn cool! Stay true to yourselves and true to each other. You will always be loved to the moon and back and then around again – yep Hayden too! Happy happy happy birthday!
Dummies, Pacifiers, Shooshies, whatever you wanna call them, they are a subject that amongst some parents is comparable to discussing politics! Well, needless to say, all four of my kids have had a dummy. The preferred and only accepted brand, of course, was Nuk. The most expensive ones. So Nuk, I have to say, my most sincerest apologies for a slump in your sales after 5 years of continued support!
May 31 was the D-Day for Nukka Nukka’s (our term for dummies). During the day, we took the trio to a toy store (yeah thats always a great idea right?!!) and had already discussed with them that they could purchase any toy in exchange for their dummy.
Decisions were made, and the girls both decided on a bedtime Dora Doll (oh yay, more Dora!) and B got a shopping trolley (little dude!!) and some trucks. They each piffed their dummy at the very kind sales assistant – forever known now to the trio as ‘the lady who took my dummy’, and happily took their haul. OK, so that was $100. Well played kids, well played. But – in their defence, Nuk’s were $13 a packet for two. And I cannot begin to tell you how many packets we have bought. Nuk I feel you OWE me something!!!!
Upon return from the shops, the kids were still enthralled with their purchases, and were more than happy with the trade. Then, it was like a lightbulb moment. Caitlyn, who had been sitting there really thinking, says “what about our other dummies, we only gave the lady one”? She was after the container of dummies! We then had to say that all the dummies were gone, and that she got her Dora doll for the price of her dummy. She had a bit more of a think and was seemingly ok.
Bedtime came. I swear both Jase and I thought it was going to be HORRENDOUS. It wasn’t. There were a few tears, don’t get me wrong, but they were pretty good. They were allowed to take their toy to bed (not the shopping trolley for B but a truck), and were calm, settled and OK with it all. Emma was the bravest – “I don’t have a dummy anymore, I am not a baby, I Emma, a big girl and I bought a Dora doll with my Dummy”. B cracked it after 30 minutes and wanted me to ‘find the lady’ and swap back. After cuddles, discussions and confirmation that this was not going to happen, they all went to sleep. Yep, just like that.
So here are some cute shots of the kids with Nukka Nukka’s –
Morning came, and after a few (about five to be honest) wake ups through the night with tears, there was no talk of the Nukka Nukka’s. Bedtime D-Day -1 -> all was good. Day three, Caitlyn wakes up with a Dummy. Not sure where she stashed it, but she was pretty darn impressed with herself. It was promptly removed and chucked in the bin. Day four, and B had a dummy. Day four was spent searching (re-searching) every nook and cranny (and we found some other things like keys and stuff we were missing!!) and all dummies were gone. Day five – not a peep. Now, two weeks later, Catilyn was really cranky last night and asked for her dummy. Well, if you know Caitlyn, she didn’t ask but demanded. She was beside herself. First full blown tantrum I have ever seen! A firm no, and go to sleep and she settled.
Now, funnily enough, whenever the kids see a baby or child with a dummy, they refer to them as ‘babies’.
Getting rid of dummies for the trio happened much later than it did for Hayden. Hayden was about 2 years and 3 or 4 months. These guys were 2 years and 9 months. Not much of a difference, but still, it is much easier with one trust me! Everything – even toilet training, is so much more complicated with triplets. I am far from complaining, I love them to bits and could not imagine life without them. I also forget that triplets are not ‘normal’ and that sometimes, people just don’t get that it is busy, chaotic and often children led! Our routine is led by them rather than by me some days. I am outnumbered!
Not to forget or overlook my special big boy Hayden. Hayden was far more difficult to wean from a dummy. He would (when we went into Big W at Broken Hill) hunt down that lady and ask for his dummy back – he was willing to part with the Bob the Builder car track he chose. It was amusing, and man, the kid has a memory like an Elephant! He was actually really disrupted for sleep for about a good fortnight after the removal of his dummy. Finally, two weeks later, we relented, and gave him a dummy. He stuck it in and took it out straight away and went – ‘yuk’. He never asked for one again!!!
So, that is another milestone or ‘event’ the kids have completed. The kids being three in a matter of weeks is also scary – where has the three years gone?!!!
Leave you with this cheeky shot of Catilyn – she is such a character!