So she says mom can't interpret forever

Our 'Parents as Teachers' lady came today. We again had the "the-boys'-speech-is-not-where-it-should-be talk". We had this talk 10 months ago or so, then they 'caught up'. Now here we are again.

At this age, which is 32 months 17 days to be exact, children progress at warp speed - where improvement is needed things often just fall into place, and other times a little guidance is needed. Again, as we did 10 months ago, we wait. Wait and see what progress they do or don't make in the months ahead then re-assess. As a mom I can't help but ask myself what am I doing to help...or hinder...the situation. I'm doing my best, but I can't help but wonder is my best good enough? I know I shouldn't put this on me...they're triplets, it's common...they're boys, again it's common...I just hate it when things are out of my control.

But as it seems with most everything, you worry and worry, and things just have a way of working out. Our PIT had a good point, she said, "Just when you get seriously concerned and take action, they get it - and you wish they would just STOP TALKING. haha"

Not because I'm a mom. I just like classy.

We get it people! You're skinny!

This drove me nuts when Janet Jackson lost all that weight, now we have to go through it with Britney Spears. It is possible to look skinny without going around half naked. It is possible to look SEXY without baring it all...or without your boobs pushed up to your chin (that's a Janet-thing).

Because you know what, Britney? You may be skinny, but you still look like trash.

Could they be any cuter?

Me (to AR): I'll take the snacks, let's go get your brothers.
AR (grabbing my butt): I'll take your bobo, mommy.

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SJ (to SA): Holding tissue up to SA's nose...Blow, SA.
SA: blows into tissue
SJ: Again. (copying how I do each nostril by applying pressure to the other)

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SA: As I'm changing his diaper... Bye-bye poo poo. Bye-bye!

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AR: I'm sad, Mommy.
Me: Oh, AR, why?
AR: You sad, too.
Me: I am?
AR: Yes. Reaches over to give me a big hug...squeezing really hard.
AR: I better, mommy.
Me: Oh good!
AR: You better, too. Big smile.

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SA: Pointing to rear of man who came to fix our shower door. Nice bobo. Man bobo.
Me: Searching this guy's face for any sign he heard what my crazy, adorable child just said - luckily finding none.

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SJ: I stink.

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Me: I walk into AR's room to find her completely naked, poo all over her bed. GASP!
AR: Mouth falls open, mimicking my gasp...What did I do?!?!

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Me (to SA): How old are you?
SA: Two
Me: How old am I?
SA: Old

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Me: I farted.
AR: Pointing to my rear...Mommy poopy

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Me: I fart once again.
SJ: Mommy, you stink. Yes, I have a gas problem.

Happy Halloween!

Halloween was a blast! SA was a monkey, SJ was a chicken, and AR was a ladybug.

It was hilarious...all night they were referring to each other as their characters - "Hey monkey, come here...Get back here, chicken." It was their first go at trick or treating and they caught on real quick.

I have to say though, candy is evil. Other than the damage it's doing to my hips, it's brought out Bad Mommy. AR was having a raging tantrum on the floor. There was nothing I could do to calm her down. Lightbulb..."AR, want a piece of candy?" Fit over. I'm so bad.