I am officially on the injured list. I have no idea what I did to my shoulder, or more precisely, what my children did to my shoulder, but I have been in pain for more than a week now.
Tonight I have succumbed to the lure of an old bottle of Vicodin. It's leftover from when one of my beautiful boys disclocated my ribs during my triplet pregnancy. I'm praying that it's got enough kick left to let me sleep well tonight. And that my children cooperate on that front, too.
So that's the reason for this post of random bits and pieces. Please excuse me if I ramble.
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This weekend we bought three gently used 12-inch bikes for the boys. We bought them because Alex can already ride the one small bike we have. Yes, that's right. I have a 22-month old who can pedal and steer a bike. And his brothers are desperate to do the same. The only things preventing them from doing so is a little bit of height.
Please feel free to pray for us.
We got a great price on the bikes, although none had the training wheels anymore. Luckily, training wheels are cheap, too. Helmets, on the other hand, are not so cheap. But I'm thinking I can get my money's worth out of them by just teaching the boys to wear them from morning until night, regardless of their activity.
Swings? Helmet. Sandbox? Helmet. Color crayons? Why not? Slides? Definitely a helmet.
Fortunately, I don't need to use my shoulder to chase boys down the driveway.
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Amelia went on a field trip to a dairy recently. She saw a cow give birth to a calf. She told me it was her favorite part because the calf was, "spindly" and looked funny trying to stand.
Then Amelia said, "But Mom, that cow had baby cow parts sticking out of her bottom! Gross!"
There was really nothing I could say to that was there?
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Apparently I've hit a home run with my Italian Chicken recipe. Several of you have emailed that it was delish. Glad you liked it! If you haven't tried it yet, whip out your big skillet and a can opener. You can have dinner ready in 15 minutes.
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I have recently developed a fairly serious addiction to Haagen Daas Dulce de Leche caramel ice cream. Oh. My. God. It is the best!
It all started when Jeff and Amelia went back to the Frozen North. The local grocery store had a sale on those little single-serving cups of ice cream. So I bought one for each night Jeff was going to be gone. It was part treat, part self preservation.
It was a mistake.
Now I can hardly resist the stuff. And yes, I KNOW how many calories are in a serving. At least the yum factor is high enough to warrant the calories.
Fortunately I am on a rigorous exercise program that involves trying to keep up with four little pairs of feet.
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Peace out. Here's to good prescription drugs and a good night's sleep.
© Trippin' Mama 2010
3 comments:
Sorry to hear about your shoulder. I met with another triplet Mama today and she just or should I say her babies just injured her rotator cuff. (sp?) And another one just injured her back and showed up w/o babies! :)
And I can't believe you have a baby pedaling a bike! That's crazy! Our big kids didn't start until 3! Is that a good thing or a scary thing?
I'll check out your italian chicken recipe as well!\
Hugs & sleep well!
Angela, one of my triplet mom friends just sprained her wrist taking care of her kiddos. Seems it's a hazardous occupation!
I can't believe I have a baby pedaling a bike either. I'd say it's terrifying. The first time he did it I stared in disbelief for so long he almost rode into the street before I started chasing after him.
I am not prepared to be chasing three boys on bikes. However, on the bright side I'll be able to eat more ice cream!
I would like to exchange links with your site trippin-lifewithtriplets.blogspot.com
Is this possible?
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