Getting Bigger...
My triplets are officially 17 months old now. They have come quite a long way from the tiny preemies that they were when they were first born. They can talk, cruise, and of course bite and pull hair and blow air kissies.
Along the way, they have reached many milestones, some of which I thought would never come. They learned to drink out of a bottle, they cut their first teeth, and started pulling up. They even finally started getting bigger. In fact, once they started growing, apparently there is no stopping them!
They have outgrown everything from their clothes and toys to the most disconcerting item, their play-yard. It is one of those "Rug-rat's" type play-yards that look like a bunch of baby gates linked together. It even has an extension in it to make it big enough for three, or so I had thought.
With the birth of our triplets, we officially out-grew our 2 bedroom home. We have made it work for much longer than anyone had imagined possible. Since Christmas, we have lived with the humongous play-yard taking up over a 1/4 of our living room. The rest of the living room is cluttered with the jumperoo, 2 exer-saucers, a walker, and three little booster style feeding chairs.
Thankfully, we should be moving very very VERY soon. In fact, I can't seem to get out of here fast enough. For the past few weeks, I have been combating the fact that the three babies just do NOT fit into their play-yard anymore. Well, they do fit technically, and can even have some of their toys in with them to give them some amusement and distraction so that they don't maul each other. Unfortunately, the peace just doesn't last as long as it used to in there!
The problem is, they have taken to fighting something awful over every little thing. It doesn't matter if it's a certain toy that they are fighting over, (chances are Kian is just going to bite or pull your hair over it and toss it over the side to make more room) or if it's over who is going to get to the parent trying to remove a baby for changing,feeding, playing with etc. My play-yard has turned into a war-zone.
Lately, we have been spending a lot of time over at the new house, cleaning everything that can be cleaned and cleaning it again for good measure (it had been empty for a while.) Luckily, I had the foresight to remember to bring a basket of toys over to occupy the babies while I cleaned in other parts of the house.
That's when I really noticed it, I suppose. My children turned into little angels over at the new house. There suddenly wasn't any fighting, biting, pinching or hair pulling. It wasn't for lack of reasons to do so, either. This particular basket of toys consisted of toys they hadn't seen since at least March when the basket was purchased to make room for their birthday toys, so there was plenty of new things to try and not share with your siblings!
Nobody tried to crawl into the fireplace (well not on purpose anyways-there was this one incident when Kian overshot sitting next to me to have a bit of chicken and ended up with his paws in the soot, but it was totally on accident!) They haven't noticed the staircase yet or the laundry room, much less the 2 downstairs pottys (which I am almost certain will end up being the subject of a later post!)
They all go to their little basket, get out what they want, and spread out and play. There is no crying at the new house. Sometimes, they even play together...without any fur flying or teeth being bared. Then I have to take them home for dinner and the inevitable stay in their play-yard. My little angels seem to lose their halo in lieu of tiny horns that pop out the moment their toes touch the floor of that play-yard.
Thankfully, we will soon be totally moved and this problem should resolve itself. They will have plenty of room to roam, and plenty of space to play. In the mean-time, though, I must be vigilant and play Sheriff Mommie and keep the peace in my play-yard.
Along the way, they have reached many milestones, some of which I thought would never come. They learned to drink out of a bottle, they cut their first teeth, and started pulling up. They even finally started getting bigger. In fact, once they started growing, apparently there is no stopping them!
They have outgrown everything from their clothes and toys to the most disconcerting item, their play-yard. It is one of those "Rug-rat's" type play-yards that look like a bunch of baby gates linked together. It even has an extension in it to make it big enough for three, or so I had thought.
With the birth of our triplets, we officially out-grew our 2 bedroom home. We have made it work for much longer than anyone had imagined possible. Since Christmas, we have lived with the humongous play-yard taking up over a 1/4 of our living room. The rest of the living room is cluttered with the jumperoo, 2 exer-saucers, a walker, and three little booster style feeding chairs.
Thankfully, we should be moving very very VERY soon. In fact, I can't seem to get out of here fast enough. For the past few weeks, I have been combating the fact that the three babies just do NOT fit into their play-yard anymore. Well, they do fit technically, and can even have some of their toys in with them to give them some amusement and distraction so that they don't maul each other. Unfortunately, the peace just doesn't last as long as it used to in there!
The problem is, they have taken to fighting something awful over every little thing. It doesn't matter if it's a certain toy that they are fighting over, (chances are Kian is just going to bite or pull your hair over it and toss it over the side to make more room) or if it's over who is going to get to the parent trying to remove a baby for changing,feeding, playing with etc. My play-yard has turned into a war-zone.
Lately, we have been spending a lot of time over at the new house, cleaning everything that can be cleaned and cleaning it again for good measure (it had been empty for a while.) Luckily, I had the foresight to remember to bring a basket of toys over to occupy the babies while I cleaned in other parts of the house.
That's when I really noticed it, I suppose. My children turned into little angels over at the new house. There suddenly wasn't any fighting, biting, pinching or hair pulling. It wasn't for lack of reasons to do so, either. This particular basket of toys consisted of toys they hadn't seen since at least March when the basket was purchased to make room for their birthday toys, so there was plenty of new things to try and not share with your siblings!
Nobody tried to crawl into the fireplace (well not on purpose anyways-there was this one incident when Kian overshot sitting next to me to have a bit of chicken and ended up with his paws in the soot, but it was totally on accident!) They haven't noticed the staircase yet or the laundry room, much less the 2 downstairs pottys (which I am almost certain will end up being the subject of a later post!)
They all go to their little basket, get out what they want, and spread out and play. There is no crying at the new house. Sometimes, they even play together...without any fur flying or teeth being bared. Then I have to take them home for dinner and the inevitable stay in their play-yard. My little angels seem to lose their halo in lieu of tiny horns that pop out the moment their toes touch the floor of that play-yard.
Thankfully, we will soon be totally moved and this problem should resolve itself. They will have plenty of room to roam, and plenty of space to play. In the mean-time, though, I must be vigilant and play Sheriff Mommie and keep the peace in my play-yard.
posted by Mimi Rankin Webb at 10:57 AM
Mimi is the mother of four: a 12 1/2-year-old boy and 1-year-old triplets (two boys and one girl). She is very happily busy taking care of everyone, whether it's the triplets' multiple doctor appointments, attempting a shopping excursion or volunteering to plan her son's school renaissance festival.
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