Does anyone want to buy us a single story house?

I can't shut my computer down for the night without telling one more story from today ... Let me paint the picture .. our house (for those who haven't been here before) is 2-story. The floor at the bottom of the stairs is tile. We do have a safety gate at the bottom (and top) of the stairs. The bottom gate is currently being held together by good 'ole duct tape due to one too many tripping incidents by Jon. This evening, we were up to our usual schedule ... I was cooking dinner at 5:00, Jon was at work (almost home for dinner at 5:30) and the kids were keeping themselves entertained. So far, things were going pretty smooth. Next thing I hear is Jacob - "Look at me mommy! I'm upstairs!" Oh, lovely! I race over to the stairs not only to find Jacob at the top of the stairs, but I also find Megan and Ryan half way up the stairs, with Dylan about 5 steps below them! We just started letting the babies give the stairs a try, but obviously with 2 adults supervising. So the babies think this is fun! They are high-tailing it up the stairs so fast. On the one hand, I'm impressed at how well they are doing, but on the other hand, I'm totally scared one or all 3 are going to tumble down the stairs right on to the tile floor. I scoop up Megan and Ryan, race down the stairs to dump them off in the living room and then go back for Dylan. You see, this is the trouble with 3! If it's just one baby on the stairs, I'd let them keep going and get them used to the stairs. But when you're out numbered 3 to 1, it's simply not safe. Of course, pulling them all off the stairs starts hysterical crying by all 3 and wouldn't you know it - "ding", my chicken's ready in the oven! Megan (our total girl) takes the longest to get over the mean mommy who won't let her play on the stairs. On top of the crying, she puts her hands to her face and covers her eyes. Of course two seconds later she takes them off to make sure I see her! So dramatic! :o)

Ok, it's 11:00pm now... the men's beach volleyball gold medal match is on. Just as last night (and the night before, and before, and before!), it appears I'm getting sucked in to staying up too late watching the Olympics!

Happy Friday!
- Lisa :o)

Dylan's BFF

For the past few days, our sweet little Dylan has found a BFF (best friend forever)... a little stuffed animal doggie. It's funny because that dog was originally Jacob's. I remember the exact day I bought that dog when Jacob was just a tiny little seedling in my tummy. I had no idea that one of my triplets would fall in love with it one day! The fact that Dylan loves this little doggie is so fitting to his personality. Dylan is such a little love-bug. He gives the best hugs and even says "ahhh" when he squeezes you. He loves to cuddle and he is probably the most sensitive of the trio. He'll put the dog up to his face and snuggle with it. So adorable!

Out of all the kids, Dylan has surprised us the most. He was baby "C" which means he came out last. He was wedged up under my left ribs and I can only imagine the positions his little body must have been in way up there. Because of his position in my tummy, he was causing my breathing restrictions during the last few months of pregnancy. During my c-section, I felt no breathing relief when Megan or Ryan were pulled out. It wasn't until the doctor pulled Dylan out that I truly could breathe again. I don't know if it had more to do with seeing my 3 beautiful babies, healthy and strong, or the fact that they were not in my stomach anymore, but I clearly remember feeling the biggest relief in my life when Dylan was born. I could breathe again! Dylan has always had lower body tone (more floppy, less body/head control) than Megan and Ryan. But Dylan was the first to pull himself to standing. He was the first to walk. He was the first to talk. I never expected this from him!

I love you little guy!

- Mommy :o)