day 72: what’s harder than twins?

day 72: on Sunday I got the chance to take some family portraits for a few of the local New Orleans moms. I had been dying to meet this adorable set of identical triplets – don’t you just want to give them a big squeeze?! They are so stinkin’ cute! I have to say though, after chasing them around the park and attempting (and failing for the most part) to get them to all sit or stand together long enough to get a decent shot of all three…. there is no way I would survive as a mom of triplets. Hats off to all you moms of higher order multiples. You must be superwomen 🙂

day 72: what’s harder than twins?

day 71: so many moms, so many kids

day 71: since the mom’s weekend away was all moms of twins or triplets and there were 30 some odd moms in attendance we had almost 70 kids among us. Luckily they were all home (most of them with their daddys) or else it would have been chaos. Everyone in their matching green shirts (and my sad homemade one)

day 71: so many moms, so many kids

day 68: the trip is on

day 68: on Wednesday both Amelia and Paul were looking decidedly less sick and both Ben and my mom were successful in convincing me that the kids would be ok staying with grandma while I was gone. I packed everyone up and headed down to drop them off so that I could go on my mom’s weekend away. The weekend trip was to New Orleans and all of the moms going ordered matching shirts to wear to the St. Patrick’s day parade on Saturday but mine didn’t arrive in time (stupid shirt… grr) so I made my own at the last minute. Go ahead and laugh.

day 68: the trip is on

day 67: still not well

day 67: on Tuesday Amelia went from not feeling well to REALLY not feeling well. I had brought them into the doctor to get them checked out just to double check that there weren’t any serious issues or ear infections since I was supposed to go down to drop them off on Wednesday at my mom’s. As soon as we got back to the house poor little Amelia broke out in a fever and was miserable the rest of the day. My poor little lady. I was in a panic that the trip would have to be canceled.

day 67: still not well