<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:17:26.359-06:00</updated><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TKADBD8IuxI/AAAAAAAAAuk/lZH_Q6MJ01M/s1600/DSCN2566.JPG'/><title type='text'>The Thompson Trio</title><subtitle type='html'>Our little space where friends, family, and others can share in the lives of our precious triplets from start to forever. Pregnacy, birth, and who knows what!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-5602844237071431680</id><published>2012-01-08T11:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:29:44.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Caution!!! Freaks are looking!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While checking out my stats today, I found a few scary "keyword" searches that led to my blog."Bath naked", "naked little boys bath time", and "kiddy naked" I have deleted the pics of the kids bath time off of my blog. &amp;nbsp;Not sure where I will go from here but....Just a heads up. &amp;nbsp;If you blog, check your keyword searches...you might be surprised at what you find&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-5602844237071431680?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/5602844237071431680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2012/01/caution-freaks-are-looking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/5602844237071431680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/5602844237071431680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2012/01/caution-freaks-are-looking.html' title='Caution!!! Freaks are looking!!!'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-2691484824811004025</id><published>2012-01-04T06:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T06:51:18.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Past, present, and don't remind me about the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;****Previously written in August*** (Figured I should just continue since I haven't posted in 6 months and I have found a lot has changed over the months, and I surely will never remember all the milestones and exciting moments.) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Okay...yesss.yess, yess, YES, it has been months....my apologies! &amp;nbsp;I returned to work and have had a hard time finding time for the blog....so sad, because I have enjoyed sharing our "life" with everyone, and I know many have enjoyed reading... &amp;nbsp;so lets see... when was my last post? Like Aprilish or something? &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We are about a month away from turning 2.... can you believe it? &amp;nbsp;I can't either! &amp;nbsp;I can't comment on activities during the week, but I can give a small break down on our weekends. &amp;nbsp;Most of them are filled with water...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Past: As most know we live in Texas, and we are attempting to break the record for the most consecutive days in tipple digits. &amp;nbsp;Only fitting huh? &amp;nbsp;We have been frequenting the pool in our development for several weeks. &amp;nbsp;At first, none of the babies were trying to have it. &amp;nbsp;Our first trip was spent like I was a momma pig...all three were latched like I was going to drown them all (on a bad day maybe) but we swam for a bit. &amp;nbsp;Each visit has gotten better. &amp;nbsp;Mia is like a small fish now. &amp;nbsp;You can't contain her. &amp;nbsp;She insists on "yumping" and she does it like a pro. If I didn't work, we would be in swim lessons. &amp;nbsp;Jevin has leared to be a bit less fearful, but Deuce on the other hand...nervous finger twitching even in a floater with arm floaties. &amp;nbsp;Ugh. &amp;nbsp;No big deal....he will eventually learn to love it as the other two do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Past: So we have also graduated to size 5 diapers. &amp;nbsp;Mia has moved to size 5 with a duct tape accessory. We finally decided maybe if we put the diaper on backwards that might work because she knows how to remove the duct tape as well...(suggestions????) She is so ready for the potty, but needs a bit more consistency than what I can give her on the weekends. &amp;nbsp; She tells you about "poopy" but not until after the fact, and doesn't want to entertain the potty for too long. &amp;nbsp;We have been encountering poopy diapers here and there for a few weeks with a naked baby in the middle of the room. Deuce and Jevin don't hesitate to tell you about the "naaATty" diaper laying in the middle of the floor, but our streaker stands there like it is natural...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Present: We have graduated to big girl/boy undies! &amp;nbsp;Pull-ups at night still, but the majority of the time the boys (mainly Jevy) wake dry. &amp;nbsp;Mia still struggling with poopoo, but I am confident we will get there. &amp;nbsp;As soon as she toots on the potty, she is ready to get up. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Past: I have been trying to regift a baby for a week or so, but I haven't found any takers...all of &amp;nbsp;the sudden for the last week or two it as if they have reverted to 2 month olds where they refuse to sleep though the night. &amp;nbsp;About 3 am every morning there is a baby crying "Mommy/Granny/Daddy, I yu yooooooooooooo, I neeeeeeee yooooooooooooo....." &amp;nbsp;that is how I have translated it anyways... it could be something completely different though. &amp;nbsp;So we are going on about a week of NO sleep. &amp;nbsp;And come to find out....no one wants a 2 year old that doesn't sleep though the night....kind of like trying to give a 2 year old dog away that still pees on the floor...hmmm go figure...Kidding, I will keep them, but if there is anyone that can volunteer there time to keep one for a few nights, I am game....You have to agree to keep the crying one...which actually means all three, cuz they rotate each night... I have never been an advocate for co-bedding, but it is becoming common in our home....after three nights of 3 hours of sleep anyways.&amp;nbsp;----------&amp;gt;Jump forward 4 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Present: They are still not sleeping through the night. &amp;nbsp;Mia wakes at odd hours yelling for me or granny, because she refuses to pull her own blanket back on. &amp;nbsp;Mia started asking to be coved at bed time and still had a small "baby" blanket. &amp;nbsp;We figured the size of the blanket was why she couldn't cover herself and bought her a large adult size pink blanket, hoping her wild sleeping patters wouldn't uncover her....yeah, my first look at being the parent that doesn't know anything (thought this would come at about 13 years of age). &amp;nbsp;Now, the screaming in the middle of the night has turned from "I yu yooooooooo!!!!" to "Mommy!!!! Open ya dooooooooor!!! Granny! &amp;nbsp;Open ya dooooor! Mia wake!!!! OPEN YA DOOOOOOOOORRRRRR!" (knock, knock, knock....noooo actually it is BANG BANG BANG) "MY BANKETTTTT!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Past: So...we are having a wonderful time communicating with each other. &amp;nbsp;They seem to finally understand me. &amp;nbsp;They probably most know what " HUSH or I am going to get my stick!" means. &amp;nbsp;They still don't comprehend..."Don't stand on my couch!" or "Don't play in the medicine drawer!"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;"or remote". or "DVD player" or...&amp;nbsp;means. &amp;nbsp;Technically they do but they choose to make a game out of it....AHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Present: They never stop talking! &amp;nbsp;I have found myself many of times sitting back thinking, "Our house will never ever EVER be silent again." Ohhhhh the silence....luckily we do get a few hours of silence after 7:00pm. &amp;nbsp;Then oddly enough you miss the noise. &amp;nbsp;Mia is still a tiny bit more advance phonically than the boys are. Jevin is a step behind, but finding Deuce is slightly more advance than I think sometimes. &amp;nbsp;He is just not as much of a talker as the other 2. &amp;nbsp;I will assume for now this is because he is sneaky and loves gadgets. &amp;nbsp;They have moved through a period of, "NO, I not eat anymore. NO! I not go ni-ni anymore. &amp;nbsp;NO! I not ....(insert word)." &amp;nbsp;Still on occasion they feel&amp;nbsp;strongly&amp;nbsp;about something and they "not" something. I am not sure if I am justified in letting them make a decision, because it is good that they have an opinion, or if I am allowing them to feel they can control me. &amp;nbsp;Guess I will see how bad I am screwing them up when they are 18. Hate that I have to wait so long to figure this out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Past: They know how to ask for ANYTHING they want..cookies, popcicles, TV, Mickey Mouse Clubhoudse, Hi (My baby can read), pretzles, eat, wa (water/pool), juice, niml (milk), ow yiiiiy (Outside), cuppy, ni-night, blanky, etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Present: &amp;nbsp;It has tured to very pronounced words. &amp;nbsp;What once was niml, wa, ow yiiy, etc is an actual word of the English vocabulary. &amp;nbsp;Love and hate this at the same time. &amp;nbsp;I do sometimes miss the baby that just did as I asked or ate what I gave them. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry! &amp;nbsp;No updated pics today. &amp;nbsp;They will come soon. &amp;nbsp;Don't have the patience to deal with the posting/editing today, sooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-2691484824811004025?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/2691484824811004025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2012/01/past-present-and-dont-remind-me-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/2691484824811004025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/2691484824811004025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2012/01/past-present-and-dont-remind-me-about.html' title='Past, present, and don&apos;t remind me about the future'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-3645444421291027351</id><published>2011-12-30T12:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T12:28:38.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MVP's!!!  (Most Valuable Pee'rs/Poopers)</title><content type='html'>Yes, forever ago!! However, I thought now would be as good as any...I have had many of from now to then's but have been busy busy busy, or tired, whatever you want to call it. &amp;nbsp;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE POTTY TRAINING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now that that is out of the way, Mommy is a Big Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;7:00 AM-Peepee charts ready!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;7:10am-Sittin on the potty!????!? :[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;7:26am-Mia pee pees on Mini Mouse (panties) and mini is crying….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;7:50am both boys pee pee on potty = get 2 stickers each&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;7:55am-Mia pee pees on dora….gets no stickers....(Mommy is verrrrrrrrryyyyy SAD!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;8:02am-Deuce has&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;tinkled&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;on Mickey Mouse..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;8:09am Deuce and Mia sit on potty=1 sticker…----time set for 10 minutes…why do I already feel this could be a VERY long day??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;---1 hour, 3 accidents….. Yikes… Not tracking well for the day thus far… looking as though might have a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;total of 24 accidents today…. Thank goodness I have 86 pairs of underware…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;8:24am-whiny crying pee session that didn’t last long…. Timer set for 10min (no pee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;8:35am-Potty time: no pee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;8:50am-&amp;nbsp;Potty time: mia refuses, no other pp's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;9:10am-Potty time: no pee&lt;span class="msoDel"&gt;&lt;del cite="mailto:Trio%20Mom" datetime="2011-12-04T11:10"&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="msoDel"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;9:40am-Potty time: no pee&lt;span class="msoDel"&gt;&lt;del cite="mailto:Trio%20Mom" datetime="2011-12-04T11:10"&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="msoDel"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;9:50am- potty time: no pee--Mia pp's panties (Mommy again is VEERRRRRrrrryyYYY SaDDDDD!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;11:00am-easy-ups and NAP TIME!!!!!!!! (diapers don't seem so bad right about now...Thinking I can handle half grown poopoo diapers for at least another 6 months...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;12:40pm-YeaHhhhh.....we are up... Potty Time!!!!=no pee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh! Why Bother??!!!??!!! (use your imagination here :'( &amp;nbsp;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;3:30pm-Mia pp's her panties: "I sorry mommy" MIIIIiiiiiaaaaaa, did you pp your&amp;nbsp;panties?!? Mia:''''&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;nodd'''&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;5:10pm-Deuce pp's his undies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;5:25pm-Mia pp's her panties; JEVIN pp's in the potty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;5:30pm-the boys PP in their&amp;nbsp;underwear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;6:00pm-Jevin pp's in the potty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;6:10pm-Deuce &amp;amp; Jevin pp their undies6:12 Mia pp's in her panties; Deuce pp's in the pott&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;7:00pm-Easy-ups and pj's, whew......................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Day 2....Going better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mia was up at 6:00 all alone. &amp;nbsp;Sat on the potty with no pp. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;6:20am-no pee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;6:40am-no pee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;----Okay, so now, I need to find a way to get Mia to Peeps on the potty....Not quite sure why the boys going PP isn't enough. &amp;nbsp;She is normally extremely competitive with them....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;7:00am- Mini Mouse gets her own panties &amp;amp; She pp's on the potty!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;7:40am-Mini Mouse pp's on the potty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;7:57am-Mia PEEPEE's on the potty!!! (for a wind up Ladybug!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;8:10am-Jev sits on the potty---Deuce refuses, he would rather wear a diaper. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;8:30am-Mini Mouse peepee's on the potty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;9:15am-Mia pp's on the potty while no one is watching (No pressure! Holy crap! She did it!)...she brings me the bowl out of the potty, "Mommy! &amp;nbsp;I PeePee on the potty!!!!!" Gets a special cucker (sucker).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;9:30am-no peepee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;11:00-Deuce pp's (NAP TIME!!!=Easy-up &amp;amp; Cartoons)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1:15pm-everyone pp's!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2:00pm-everyone pp's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;..............................I think we are getting closer!!!!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The rest of the day went very well. &amp;nbsp;Only 3 accidents accounted for. Mostly after 6pm...most of the day was spent commando for everyone. &amp;nbsp;I think this helped a bit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Day 3:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;6:00am- Mia sits on potty &amp;amp; asks for big girl panites (Mia want Mickey Mouse panties)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;6:10am-Mini mouse pp'd on the potty!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;7:00am- Boys up: We got pp's in the potty! ( I must mention, Deuce has a dry Easy-up!!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;7:20am (I want cruck!..."No, you have to go pp, then you can have the truck." The boys immediately strip and sit on the potty....2 pp's from the boys for a special toy!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;7:45am- (Mia want a mouse!..."No, you have to go pp if you want the mouse.") &amp;nbsp;Mia immediately strips and sits on the potty....1 pp from Mia for the wind up mouse!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;...and so on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;No accidents today so far. &amp;nbsp;Deuce keeps tinkling a tiny bit in his&amp;nbsp;underwear&amp;nbsp;today. &amp;nbsp;I am not going to call that a real accident...there were no puddles in random places on the floor, and I didn't step in anything with my socks on, but everyone else seems to comprehend the potty basics. &amp;nbsp;Jev did have poops in his Easy-up when we got back from Granny's Dr. today, but I wouldn't call that an accident either. &amp;nbsp;I can't say that I am total ready to wipe poopy butts from the toilet yet, and&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;can say, I am not excited about cleaning poopy potty chair cups either. I am just&amp;nbsp;ecstatic&amp;nbsp;they are pp'ing on the potty almost without being bribed. This is going much better than I expected, but I was very&amp;nbsp;optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have been talking about this to everyone, so it has become more my mission not to fail, than it really is for them to PP. &amp;nbsp;Over the last few weeks as I have told everyone I am on a mission this week, &amp;nbsp;I may not have gotten the reaction I thought. &amp;nbsp;Most peoples faces were like "oooooKay...well good luck..." &amp;nbsp;I was really looking for the "Alright Mommy!!! You are such a big girl!! I know you can potty train three 2yr olds in a few days! &amp;nbsp;Big Girlllll!" &amp;nbsp;Yeah...so, here I am day 3 and we are working it out like stallions!!! I am about to make&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;a stinking sticker chart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My one worry is Poops....no poops in the potty yet. I am okay with this for a minute. &amp;nbsp;While I want to be completely potty trained by Sunday, &amp;nbsp;I know #2 is a bit more difficult. &amp;nbsp;I was&amp;nbsp;reminiscing&amp;nbsp;on the advice I gave my baby sister " Just make him hold it, eventually he will have to poo and go in the potty." &amp;nbsp;This however, is not sounding like good advice to me right now... Any suggestions? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saturday, December 10, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is self&amp;nbsp;initiating&amp;nbsp;peepee's as of today. &amp;nbsp;Deuce is still having pretty regular accidents. &amp;nbsp;Jevin and Mia's are few and far between. &amp;nbsp;Still no Poops, and I am still okay with this. &amp;nbsp;I am sure this will come. &amp;nbsp;First, by accident... Yeah!!!! &amp;nbsp;I am almost amazed when I look over and they are pulling down their pants to sit down, or Mia is sitting on the potty or brings you her pee so she can dump it in the potty. &amp;nbsp;I did bribe them profusely on the first 2 or 3 days, but they nearly never ask for the peepee toy or candy as much. As a matter of fact, I put all the peepee prizes in their toy box yesterday with only the Poopy prizes left. &amp;nbsp;Deuce comes to me saying where is my peepee car. &amp;nbsp;I told him in his toy box. &amp;nbsp;He goes and pulls all the peepee toys out of the box and request I place them back on the mantel. &amp;nbsp;Stickers are still fun to them and they ask nearly everytime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoooWhoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Just as I am posting this...Deuce poops in the potty!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for some archives...I have a few drafts saved from the last several months. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-3645444421291027351?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/3645444421291027351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2011/12/mvps-most-valuable-peerspoopers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/3645444421291027351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/3645444421291027351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2011/12/mvps-most-valuable-peerspoopers.html' title='MVP&apos;s!!!  (Most Valuable Pee&apos;rs/Poopers)'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-3462907387958675968</id><published>2011-03-30T10:48:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T22:16:51.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>***Previously written 3/11/11, but never posted***Okay, I think I am back in the swing of things...I just wanted to share a few pictures in this blog. As I mentioned last time, weather has been pretty good for us here in Texas with the exception of a few days here and there. So, we have let the kids play outside quite a bit the last few weeks. Despite all the cool toys and balls and loud push toys that will now stay outside, the three of them seemed way more interested in digging sand out of the small hole in our sand bags that hold the patio umbrella down. This small obsession encouraged Daddy to go buy the kids a sand box...Yeah!!!! Turns out they love it, but now after a few days of sand in the shoes, sand in the socks, sand in pockets, sand in hair, sand under the fingernails, and sand ALL over the wood laminate floors (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AHHHH&lt;/span&gt;), I am having thoughts about limiting the sand box. But, how can you deny them something they have so much fun with???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IDEr0MBIMF0/TarzEMsswBI/AAAAAAAAA44/FBjDNnUOBoY/s400/SANY0051.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596552740414996498" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-joS2yQyTHT8/TarzEdKJR9I/AAAAAAAAA5A/5Wx_CB9rNyA/s400/SANY0082.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596552744833468370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4epdS0E_gno/Tar42DYIl3I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/mQxYwHsWeyU/s400/SANY0017.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596559094464419698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deuce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oKcjCf6xc1k/Tar42RKqd1I/AAAAAAAAA5g/Xf-Nv8CnRXc/s400/SANY0091.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596559098166015826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They love it outside. They continually ask "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thide&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thide&lt;/span&gt;" whenever they make eye contact with the patio door. I hesitate in the mornings to open the curtains on the sliding-glass door for fear I will have to deal with melt-downs and tantrums far before I am ready to each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mia's tantrums are the worst...just yesterday she was begging me for her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;binky&lt;/span&gt; and when I tell her "No, not till nap time!" She proceeds to throw herself to her knees, rear back, then throw herself forward at as hard as she can....but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;juu&lt;/span&gt;0was a kitchen cabinet less than a foot away, so she bangs her forehead on the corner of the cabinet with full force...(Great!! That's gonna leave a mark!!!) Normally, I will just say "It's okay, your fine...that was just a little bonk." I knew better this time, so in trying to teach her that her fit gets her NOTHING, now I have to hold and hug the mess out of her, and SHE caused the boo boo all by herself. Undermining my authority! How will I ever teach them?? But of course, I loved, and hugged her, and rocked her, and kissed her, because it hurt Mommy just as bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k9J0zczeiq8/Tar429oJv2I/AAAAAAAAA5w/b9Ea_qj8JAw/s400/SANY0119.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596559110100860770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deuce with Vaseline smeared on every part of his body...This is what happens when you leave your children unattended for 6 minutes to put normal people clothing on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***Written 3/30/11**** We recently made another trip to San Jose, CA. for a memorial services for the babies Great Grandpa (Poppy). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Again,&lt;/span&gt; the triplets did wonderful on the plane both too and from California, and having learned from experience, this trip was much less of a beating with airport security.  I returned home two days early for an interview and brought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; with me and left Mia and Deuce with Granny and Daddy.  It was two fold...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; being so clingy and whiny, I thought it to be my best pick between the three of them...one, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't be in Daddy's dog house for whining constantly, and two, because he is clingy to me, especially when he is out of his element. Also, Mia hardly knows what to do with herself when the boys are not around, so she was not a likely candidate for alone time with Mommy.  I just have to admit...it was beautiful having one baby for 3 days. What a breeze!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; seemed to love it too. He was so well behaved, less whiny, less clingy, and didn't have to fight over toys.  Initially, I thought he didn't miss the other two one bit, but once Mia and Deuce returned home he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; happy to see them. "He did miss them!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-myS75KDW6Zc/TbeIsEH9XEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/acXrKYWoUzA/s400/SANY0126.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600094952261246018" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4tP9hPMhIZI/TbeIrqbO9UI/AAAAAAAAA7I/lKk8lvVD8Z4/s400/SANY0122.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600094945362769218" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pOVg0ROBrNA/TbeIr5VczTI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Zp6Lu7NIBes/s400/SANY0124.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600094949365042482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deuce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, after 9 months of being a stay at home mom, it looks like I am going back to work.  And, I will say, I am really ready.  I have enjoyed and am blessed to be able to have stayed home with the babies and watch them grow, and walk, and learn to start talking, and all kinds of stuff I may have regretted missing had I not been blessed by a layoff.  However, as I have said many of times...stay at home mom was never my calling.   Turns out things are working out just the way I would have wanted them to, becoming a parent, experiencing staying home with them, now going back to the job I previously had, just in the office I always wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***Written 4/6/11**** Okay...yep pretty sure I am sorry I have become a sorry blogger :).  Give me a break, I got triplets!!! Anyway...I am happy to report, I did go back to work and it is beautifully wonderful.  I do find I miss the babies a bit, but it seems we will all get along much better then we had been most recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems over the last month or so they have been becoming more and more misbehaved than normal.  Not that they are all that well behaved to begin with, so you can imagine...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Yeaaaaaah&lt;/span&gt;.  I envision terrible two's approaching.  That is a little scary!  Everything you tell one not to do, someone else immediately goes to do.  "Don't touch that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt;!"  Mia has to go touch it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have recently developed a fascination for "running".  They "run" everywhere.  It is so cute. Mia recently has decided she wants to be grown.  She is attempting to walk up the stair like grown people.  She puts a leg on the stair, puts a second leg on the step, then stands up and does it all the way up the stairs...talk about a bit of anxiety!  Then the last 4 days or so she thinks she can buckle her own car seat. The first day or two she started trying to buckle up she would bet upset when I wouldn't let her...of course she doesn't know how to yet...but she can buckle the shoulder piece (just today), just not the one that goes between the legs. She wants to be grown so bad.  Miss Independent. Goodness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been forced to break &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt;....I originally said, once the bear fell off of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Wubba&lt;/span&gt; Nub) I would take it away.  Well, it fell off...I super glued it back on (I felt he would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; sad).  Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; bit the tip off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt;...He would never take a brand new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt;, so I found Mia's old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt; and he took to it.  After about two weeks, I show up to pick them up from Granny's...he bit the end off of the Kitty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt;...so, I had already went against my word...if the bear falls off...if he bites it off (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; the bear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt; part was hanging on by a thread) I am done...still, I gave him another, but now...I just have to be done. He has bitten two of them off...he obviously doesn't want them that badly.  Surprisingly enough, he has done well and he is very aware that HE broke it.   He has asked for it a few times, but he will bring the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;binky&lt;/span&gt; to you and tell you "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;brooooket&lt;/span&gt;"  "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;broooket&lt;/span&gt;".  Yep!  You broke it!  He does ask for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;binky&lt;/span&gt; at bedtime... we just tell him, " You don't have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;binky&lt;/span&gt; anymore...you broke it"  He repeats, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Broket&lt;/span&gt;."  "Yep, broke it..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;****Written 4/17/11*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as many of you can see, I have been trying to post a blog for quite sometime.  Keep getting sidetracked!!! We finally went and had pictures taken last Saturday.  After many weeks of unexpected events, then bumps, scratches, etc...we were going to make our appointment....finally!  Well, if Mia had it her way, Saturday might not have happened.  As I am getting ready, the kids were playing with my fingernail polishes.  "No big deal", I tell Marcus.  "They can't open it" Next thing I know, I look in the closet and Mia has applied hot pink nail polish all over her body as if it is lotion.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;AHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;! hurry hurry!  Get it off! We are gonna be late for our pics!! So Daddy and I are frantically working to get the nail polish off of her.  Took nearly a whole bottle of nail polish remover and the remainder of the acetone from under the cabinet.  2 days later the house still reeked of nail polish remover.  If you look closely at the pictures, I am sure you can still see it under her fingernails.  I am finally starting to accept the fact that NOTHING can ever just be easy when you are a M.O.M. (mom of multiples).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHKYToMIVxE/TbeESjQTz3I/AAAAAAAAA7A/lN3dahnkkXc/s400/img_9506.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600090115894660978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w9HFnrxuN2A/Tbd9_F6YJAI/AAAAAAAAA64/fOPxnYR65uM/s200/img_9492.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600083184530760706" /&gt;                     &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RWRfYwZUn-0/Tbd9-81WDBI/AAAAAAAAA6w/HNEqMP8vwk4/s200/img_9495.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600083182093732882" /&gt;                                                           &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jif8Yecppq4/Tbd9-lzp_zI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ynuzOrYh35o/s200/img_9500.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600083175912636210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-3462907387958675968?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/3462907387958675968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2011/03/previously-written-31111-but-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/3462907387958675968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/3462907387958675968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2011/03/previously-written-31111-but-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IDEr0MBIMF0/TarzEMsswBI/AAAAAAAAA44/FBjDNnUOBoY/s72-c/SANY0051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-4579813353142805107</id><published>2011-02-27T15:25:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T12:18:26.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is Waldo</title><content type='html'>Hello again.  We are still alive.  Sorry for the lengthy time between post (appears my blog should be about apologies instead of babies) but seems time gets away from me far too quickly.  So much has happened since January, I will never remember all of it, but I will do my best...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The triplets are growing and turning into new people right before my eyes.  I feels as though one day they had a vocabulary of 5 words, now they repeat nearly everything you say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy: Don't touch that NO MORE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby: No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mowha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy: I said NO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby: No No No No No (with the finger shaking)...they even go as far as to tell each other No No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy: It's all gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby: Ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gohn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ewww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! You have stinky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PooPoos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;eeenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PoePoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the list goes on...they can say cup, juice, get down, up, please, more, eat eat, cookie, cracker,  bath, (not phonically correct, but I know what they mean) and things I am probably forgetting. By the way...we have to spell-out bath or we have a melt down, no three melt downs is more like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QsoPiAcRlnI/TWukv09qlzI/AAAAAAAAA3o/pfcQ593oAe4/s320/17%2Bmonths%2B236.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578733705006585650" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mia Couture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wxTfupVJbJI/TWrYzHdyeAI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Bn1eLVPlfcc/s320/SANY0053.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578509461140699138" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dCLM2jKD288/TWukva3YLxI/AAAAAAAAA3g/tLs6YEbLAYo/s320/17%2Bmonths%2B080.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578733698000891666" /&gt;"Smile for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mommyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mia has started making song requests:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Peee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pie (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Eentsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Weensty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Spider)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Row Row (Row row row your boat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Piiih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Patty Cake) She claps when she says it so I know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Piiih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; means&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E.I.E.I (Old McDonald Had a Farm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Uhp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a bah (Twinkle Twinkle Little Star)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Mia can kinda sing her ABC's.  It kinda goes "A, B, C, D, E, heh heh, heh, heh, heh, heh...you get the picture, but she knows K, P &amp;amp; Z.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have become rather bossy, demanding little people.  They know how to ask for what they want now.  Mia and sometimes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, go to the pantry door and scream, once we make eye contact they will say "Pees Pees Pees", asking for a snack or such.  Mia can usually tell me what she wants.  I pick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;fishies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, she says "no".  I pick Cheerios, she says "no". I pick Gummy worms, she says "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;AUUGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;AUUGHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!" (not yeah...it is more like a scream). So polite they are! When their cup is empty, they throw it at me. Well into my lap but still,  and repeat" juice" over and over.  If I don't immediately respond, they scream until I get to the kitchen. Then if I don't pour it and screw the lid back on fast enough they scream until I hand it too them.  I repeatedly tell them,"My name is not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;AAAAAAAGGHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!  It is Mommy!  You say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Mommm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;, juice  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;pleeeeease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Mommmmmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, banana &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;pleeeease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Mommmmmy&lt;/span&gt;, not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;AAAAAAHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;", etc. Yeah...we're still working on that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have all learned to climb on the furniture (quite dangerous!) but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; struggles still.   Deuce and Mia will be up on the couch, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can't quite get his legs up there so he will find me, scream at me until I ask him, "What is the problem!!!??!", and he will say, "Up, up." Yeah, not one of those things I really want to teach him so I am letting him figure that one out.  We are trying to teach them that they must sit on their butt on the couch, or they get down, and they do understand.  I usually just have to say their name and they plop down.  No less than 2 times a day do I find Mia sitting at the kitchen table, and she is the main one I would prefer not to climb anything more than 2 inches off of the floor...I have horrible fear of another broken limb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deuce has become rather possessive.  Everything, either for babies or grown people, is "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;miiiine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". And he will argue with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mia is usually the first one up in the mornings, and normally I would leave them in bed until they truly start fussing when there is no one else to wake up but themselves.  When they wake at the same time, I would get Mia from her crib and tell her, "Okay, lets go get the boys." Usually she would just walk to their room and push the door open. This morning, she says "Boys, Boys", and runs to their door and swings it open.  Previously, I knew I could leave Mia in her crib with no fussing until she dropped her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from her crib. Then she would fuss.  Most recently, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has been dropping his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and blankly from his crib and fusses.  Once I open the door to get him he tells me "Uh Oh".  So after a week or so of this, now I go to get the boys from their cribs, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is saying "Uh Oh" and Deuce swings his blankly out of his crib as fast as he can, like the only way to get out of bed is if you don't have your security element inside your crib.  Good for a nice laugh :)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2NE9ySJGQ3M/TWukvJzOzoI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/mecUYKK5EXA/s320/17%2Bmonths%2B191.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578733693420097154" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9OwTguwyPeM/TWu0mSaUjjI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/e5aDulEaics/s320/17%2Bmonths%2B238.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578751133298757170" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dWQt_wAwP-o/TWu0mjyjooI/AAAAAAAAA4g/4-JsBMaOMkg/s320/17%2Bmonths%2B045.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578751137963811458" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A40zH0iV-Z0/TWvNcHDBb7I/AAAAAAAAA4w/4enWHRAJpGI/s320/17%2Bmonths%2B175.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578778446240247730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather here in Texas has been wonderful the last two weeks or so, and we have spent lots of time outside in the back yard.  They fuss to go outside now, and they constantly beg for "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;bubbos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" (bubbles).  They have such a blast outside, makes me giggle watching them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7bvBidE1pM/TWut3G1A5jI/AAAAAAAAA4A/tgiX9cV2yOY/s320/17%2Bmonths%2B268.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578743725665871410" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hv8VUrZFRI/TWut2sfHU0I/AAAAAAAAA3w/WH10QNd_G4U/s320/17%2Bmonths%2B275.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578743718594696002" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deuce is not having it!!!..............................................He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;prefers&lt;/span&gt; the "fun" fish!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1AmUGgjPCMM/TWu0mJaagOI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Gl187a4P_9I/s320/17%2Bmonths%2B253.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578751130883227874" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jwk-_pqzktU/TWut2wMmWnI/AAAAAAAAA34/tDsn5ke2y5c/s320/17%2Bmonths%2B272.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578743719590779506" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took them to Jump Land with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hayden and Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;CeCe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; while Daddy was on a business trip last week and Mia and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had the time of their life!! Deuce on the other hand preferred the rather expensive stationary rocking toy.  So I spent 8$ for him to ride an orange &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...go figure.  I would have pictured &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; being scary before Deuce, but Mia was herself.  No inhibitions and no fears.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5qYVR1AhA5E/TWsVKcnb17I/AAAAAAAAA3I/Rn7kZXwtki8/s320/SANY0003.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578575832652961714" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WusbFPX9jX8/TWsVK3XPDFI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/9jCCYgVVDv4/s320/SANY0004.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578575839832771666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deuce............................................................................................... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got the boys their first haircut Saturday.  Talk about some anxiety!! I was terrified! What would by precious boys be without those curls!!! (Technically more like 4" curls).  Marcus wanted to trim it way down, I wanted to trim it an 1/8 of an inch.  I get to the salon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Avona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; asks what I wanted to do, I tell her "I don't know!!! I guess shave it down." She asks to a 1 so I need to see the size 1 guard.  Have you seen the 1??? Holy cow it's close to bald!! So I ask to see the size 2.  Okay...that one doesn't look so bad, so I go with a 1 on the sides and 2 on top.  I nearly cried once the clippers came on.  Holy crap!! I was afraid my babies wouldn't be cute anymore!! Needless to say, I had no time to cry...the boys did it for me.  They were not happy!! First, I rarely take them out in public so there is extreme stranger danger. Second, they do not like the vacuum, blow dryer, and most likely not the clippers. Turned out to be rather cute though.  They no longer look like babies to me.  They look like toddlers! So, thank you hair cut for robbing me of my sweet little babies in less than 30 minutes!!! They are hansom now, no longer cute.  Almost makes me want to shave Mia's head.  I do have to tell you though...I was all confused yesterday...all of the sudden, I had a few moments of mistaken identity.  Thank the Lord for birthmarks under the armpit!! I'm getting it together today though!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DsNykjyVgM4/TWrUp3Z6JbI/AAAAAAAAA2w/ywDTjAxJvmQ/s320/SANY0020.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578504904164124082" /&gt;     &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zOESYQr92I/TWrYy-Er-UI/AAAAAAAAA24/AL-our5aTYM/s320/SANY0052.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578509458619496770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt;  ........................................................................................Deuce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-4579813353142805107?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/4579813353142805107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2011/02/where-is-waldo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/4579813353142805107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/4579813353142805107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2011/02/where-is-waldo.html' title='Where is Waldo'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QsoPiAcRlnI/TWukv09qlzI/AAAAAAAAA3o/pfcQ593oAe4/s72-c/17%2Bmonths%2B236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-395273837605983409</id><published>2011-01-11T09:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T15:45:28.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticks &amp; Stones.....&amp; favorite toys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TSzIRdbjhuI/AAAAAAAAA2k/MZaE92euKoM/s1600/SANY0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TSzIRdbjhuI/AAAAAAAAA2k/MZaE92euKoM/s320/SANY0069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561039842179253986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TSzIRdbjhuI/AAAAAAAAA2k/MZaE92euKoM/s1600/SANY0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before Cast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here we are for the second time in less than 4 months.  Nothing like 2 broken bones before you baby turns 2 to make you feel like a good mommy! This one...right distal radius fracture! The triplets were gifted a cool slide for Christmas (age appropriate for those wondering).  The first week or so we only allowed them to play with it when Mommy or Daddy played too, but as time has passed, Mia seemed to be able to play on it pretty well by herself.  She would run laps around the boys.  In the time it would take Deuce to climb the step side she would climb and slide down 3 times.  She would slide feet first on her belly, head first on her belly, on her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' butt.  Whatever she wanted.  She would get to the bottom, belly laugh and "run" around to the steps and do it all over again.  Okay...no problem! She has it down!!!  Well....not so much. Took a small tumble off the step side, and the highest part is about a foot and a half from the ground...ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TSzIQmc6gqI/AAAAAAAAA2U/bheBNLZoROE/s320/SANY0096.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561039827421004450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Mia was at it the very next day...splinted and all...here Mia goes...climbing the steps with her good hand and an elbow...really!!?! So needless to say...the favorite toy in the house has been turned upside down until she is/was casted.  I am trying to come to the reality that I can't save her all the time.  She is such an adrenaline &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;junky&lt;/span&gt; already! Swinging from the table, climbing on kitchen chairs, climbing high chairs and hanging off upside down, stunt driving her tot bike and riding toys...  Lord, what to do with her!!!  She's only 16 months old (almost) for God's sake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TSzIQ05CcjI/AAAAAAAAA2c/HDBq811-83w/s320/SANY0090.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561039831297061426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So off to Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Humeniuk&lt;/span&gt;, AGAIN!  Mia received her second cast in less than 4 months. We could have left her in the splint, but decided to cast her since she is officially a danger to herself.  Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Humeniuk&lt;/span&gt; mentioned a bone disease called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;osteogenisis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;imprefecta&lt;/span&gt;.  It is a genetic disease that effects the proteins in the body.  The true tail sign is a bluish color in the whites of the eye. He briefly checked Mia's eyes and said they appear to be white, but it is possible there are no apparent signs.  If she does experience another fracture in the "near" future, it is something we should possibly check her for.  We should pay attention to her teeth as well.  Cavities/discoloring showing early in age (near future) could be a sign.  Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Humeniuk&lt;/span&gt; did review the x-ray and said that he doesn't see any abnormalities in her bones that would suggest any bone disorders, but just to pay close attention going forward.  Sometimes there are no symptoms with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;osteogenisis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;imperfecta&lt;/span&gt; (brittle bone disease). At this point we are not so concerned...just attentive.  I did question if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;prematurity&lt;/span&gt; could have something to do with it.  He advised us, "Not at this stage." Ha! He also said that sometimes E.R.'s overlook this disorder and will get CPS (child protective services) involved after repeated visits...let's not go there please, Please. PLEASE!!! We are very loving and attentive parents and are thankful every single day for our little blessings!!!!! Never Ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;EVer&lt;/span&gt;, EVER!!! would either of us go there, nor would we allow anyone else to go there.  I may have previously mentioned shaking a baby, but really!?!??? NEVER EVER EVER! Seriously,  I, myself, could never live without any of them.  I can't even recall my life prior to triplets.  I panic when they over-sleep 20-30 minutes.  I hurt when they hurt.  I am sad when they are sad... as does any other mommy, and I would never want it any other way! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TSzIQcCTS1I/AAAAAAAAA2M/OavbGGcrqmE/s320/SANY0095.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561039824625027922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess 1 year pics will be on hold for another 3 weeks....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-395273837605983409?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/395273837605983409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2011/01/sticks-stones-favorite-toys.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/395273837605983409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/395273837605983409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2011/01/sticks-stones-favorite-toys.html' title='Sticks &amp; Stones.....&amp; favorite toys!'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TSzIRdbjhuI/AAAAAAAAA2k/MZaE92euKoM/s72-c/SANY0069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-7748354076573272552</id><published>2011-01-10T10:52:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:48:27.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2011...going in with a bang!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TStefVe7plI/AAAAAAAAA10/DVguuc2t46Q/s1600/SANY0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TStefVe7plI/AAAAAAAAA10/DVguuc2t46Q/s320/SANY0053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560642057354847826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TSteewIZRZI/AAAAAAAAA1s/_i1MRmFrLJM/s320/SANY0052.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560642047328208274" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deuce Man on our pretend New Years Day....never would keep it on on the real day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TSteesESA3I/AAAAAAAAA1k/1Gb1SkXekVo/s1600/SANY0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TSteesESA3I/AAAAAAAAA1k/1Gb1SkXekVo/s320/SANY0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560642046237213554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TSteeXyTtOI/AAAAAAAAA1c/3EwooblLDxs/s320/SANY0026.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560642040793117922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt;-so pleased with his New Years gear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TSteeDw5YII/AAAAAAAAA1U/pzwJ5xNkzKU/s1600/SANY0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TSteeDw5YII/AAAAAAAAA1U/pzwJ5xNkzKU/s320/SANY0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560642035418488962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TSthHqoFWTI/AAAAAAAAA2E/BUFqgHyJ-sE/s320/SANY0060.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560644949248399666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mia- On the real day...she wasn't sure about her tiara....the pretend New Years...loved it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; " &gt;Well, it's a new year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;...turning out to feel like we are still in 2010! As my month of blogging progresses, you will be able to match some of my lovely experiences with those of last year...ha!  We can start with me being a lazy blogger this last month or so, but as you also know, I fixed that so...patience people, patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;As with any other little holiday, I did some themed pics of the triplets.  Again, never getting a perfect pic that was just what I wanted for my blog, so then we faked New Years a few days later...still never got a perfect pic.  The boys for some reason refuse to wear the little hat. Mia, on the other hand, likes it and wore hers around the house for a bit.  The boys, however, also refuse to allow Mia to wear anything on HER head, so I had to rescue the paper tiaras before they were ruined, just in case I felt the urge to fake New Years day again. Then, I got to thinking, maybe the boys have a problem wearing a "tiara"....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shoulda&lt;/span&gt; bought the hats!!! Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-7748354076573272552?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/7748354076573272552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011going-in-with-bang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/7748354076573272552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/7748354076573272552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011going-in-with-bang.html' title='2011...going in with a bang!!!!'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TStefVe7plI/AAAAAAAAA10/DVguuc2t46Q/s72-c/SANY0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-3522539545395739852</id><published>2010-12-29T18:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T18:44:28.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me get one in, in December</title><content type='html'>Whew! &amp;nbsp;My sincere&amp;nbsp;apologizes!!! I have not been with it since our trip to California. &amp;nbsp;I get stuck on what I want my next post to be about, and I have been struggling to catch the videos of each of them that I wanted to post. &amp;nbsp;Then, I started on what I wanted my approach to the Holidays blog to show. &amp;nbsp;Didn't get the pics I wanted from that. &amp;nbsp;Then, I have been lazy. &amp;nbsp;The days I keep them home have been spent in PJ's nearly every day, and then I couldn't post pics of them in PJ's...(might think I was a bad mommy). &amp;nbsp;Lets face it, most of my days are spent in PJ's... thought it only fair the kids wore theirs all day too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TRvKC3sAxvI/AAAAAAAAA0k/KPY_FuAsujQ/s1600/xmas+lights%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TRvKC3sAxvI/AAAAAAAAA0k/KPY_FuAsujQ/s320/xmas+lights%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So lets see...the month of December has been trying but good. &amp;nbsp;Returned from Cali, and the kids have perfected their walking skills. &amp;nbsp;Jevin walks like a little old man. He shuffles. &amp;nbsp;Deuce is the high stepper with the belly stuck out, looks like the Jim Carey&amp;nbsp;Grinch&amp;nbsp;to me. &amp;nbsp;Mia of course has to be the perfectionist so I can't compare her to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was good. The triplets breakfast consisted of gummy worms and cotton candy! YUMMY! So goodbye puffs! You cry...a gummy worm will fix it! Marcus and I didn't get too out of control since they still don't really know what is going on. &amp;nbsp;They would start to open a gift and became more interested in the wrapping paper, rather than the cool new toy that was inside. &amp;nbsp;Then once they did notice the new toy, they could care less about opening the rest of the gifts. &amp;nbsp;They got some pretty cool stuff though! Next Christmas, if you see our living room furniture on the front lawn, it is because we had not choice...the play room is stuffed!!!! Then I find it hard to dispose or hand me down too much stuff that they already had....what if they want to play with it again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TRvLlliA_GI/AAAAAAAAA0o/5COa2apnsSo/s1600/xmas+lights%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TRvLlliA_GI/AAAAAAAAA0o/5COa2apnsSo/s320/xmas+lights%25283%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did put up a tree. &amp;nbsp;Originally I had decided I wouldn't go there. &amp;nbsp;Since they have started walking, I find I have to keep them out of stuff way more then when they were crawling. &amp;nbsp;I thought the tree would be one more thing I would have to fuss at them about. &amp;nbsp;Surprisingly enough, they didn't mess with it all that much. &amp;nbsp;They didn't start messing with the gifts until the gifts started to&amp;nbsp;multiply, then they just couldn't help themselves. The pile of bows on the floor beside the gifts got larger and larger as the day approached. &amp;nbsp;I will say, they already have learned to shake a gift...are they trying to figure out what's in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for new "professional" pictures. &amp;nbsp;Our intentions have been to have them done weeks ago, then we got black eyes, scratches on the face, lazy parents, Holidays, traveling, ugh!! So, coming soon! &amp;nbsp;Maybe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TRvNHdjRfPI/AAAAAAAAA0s/c3qviacIdUo/s1600/xmas+lights%25285%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TRvNHdjRfPI/AAAAAAAAA0s/c3qviacIdUo/s320/xmas+lights%25285%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lets see...We have been trying to teach table manners so we can go out in public with the triplets without calling &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;so&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;much attention to our table (My&amp;nbsp;inner-self&amp;nbsp;is so&amp;nbsp;conscious&amp;nbsp;of &lt;i&gt;judgement &lt;/i&gt;with them). &amp;nbsp;We have a family sit down dinner every evening. &amp;nbsp;So much fun! &amp;nbsp;And one of them seems to always do something that makes you laugh your face off. (Look at us creating memories!) Our last Dr. Appointment, doc asked if they were eating with&amp;nbsp;utensils, so it has become my first priority to teach them how to eat with a spoon by their 18mo check up!!! (Well, right after learning to ask for something...instead of screaming or whining, because all of the sudden they have started asking for stuff, fish crackers, paci's, etc. &amp;nbsp;Mia even goes to the pantry door to whine for snacks. Who taught them that stuff? I am still working on phonics! One day they will communicate with me in a way that makes life easier!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enjoy...hope to be back sooner then later! Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-3522539545395739852?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/3522539545395739852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/12/let-me-get-one-in-in-december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/3522539545395739852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/3522539545395739852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/12/let-me-get-one-in-in-december.html' title='Let me get one in, in December'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TRvKC3sAxvI/AAAAAAAAA0k/KPY_FuAsujQ/s72-c/xmas+lights%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-1771611070894862114</id><published>2010-11-24T10:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T19:42:06.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Plane Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TO03xOF5LEI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/-LU6qHP-_98/s1600/Trio+suitcase%25284%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TO03xOF5LEI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/-LU6qHP-_98/s640/Trio+suitcase%25284%2529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Packed and Ready To Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Sorry it has been so long! &amp;nbsp;We have been fairly busy. &amp;nbsp;We packed up and flew 1700 miles across country to NOT SO SUNNY California. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I said we FLEW, with three 14 month old children on a three and half hour plane ride to San Jose, CA. &amp;nbsp;I spent a week making lists of all the things to bring, 3 days setting out 12 days worth of clothes for 3 kids, matching bows for Mia, shoes, socks, toys, snacks, jackets, car seats, strollers, baby bath essentials, thermometer, butt cream, tooth brushes, DVD player, blankies, paci's, PJ's, just to name a few.... and amazingly enough, been here for 5 days, and it doesn't seem we forgot a thing!!!! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed out Thursday morning and I will admit, I was terrified. &amp;nbsp;3 1/2 hours in a stuffy airplane with three 1 year olds...I just knew they would cry at least 2 1/2 of the 3 1/2 hours. &amp;nbsp;Nope! We were blessed to have had three super happy babies for the whole plane ride. &amp;nbsp;Mia did fuss for about the last 20 minutes, but I will pass it off on her ears popping. &amp;nbsp;Mine were killing me on the decent so I can only imagine how she must have felt and didn't really know how to relieve them. &amp;nbsp;Luckily we had the first flight out of Dallas and the plane was pretty empty so each adult got a whole row just to ourselves with one baby. &amp;nbsp;First, we would not have been able to sit together anyway, they would have staggered us due to lapping the baby and not having all three in one row, I am assuming due to the oxygen masks in the event of an emergency, but the airline was completely accommodating to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did get the excessive stares at the airport, and here and there on the plane as we were loading, (I think I hit nearly every isle passenger in first class with my&amp;nbsp;over-sized&amp;nbsp;diaper bag), but I am happy to report it was nothing like the freak shows I have experienced at Walmart and such. &amp;nbsp;Not quite sure why, but I still feel so "judged" when I am in public with the three of them. &amp;nbsp;Although, that is getting better too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TO04U8u8lHI/AAAAAAAAA0U/7vlIMW-hsTc/s1600/Trio+Trevor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TO04U8u8lHI/AAAAAAAAA0U/7vlIMW-hsTc/s400/Trio+Trevor.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Triplets at play with Trevor, the Ross' little boy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TO07iaoexTI/AAAAAAAAA0c/TpqHAJ89Kw0/s1600/DSCN3117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TO07iaoexTI/AAAAAAAAA0c/TpqHAJ89Kw0/s400/DSCN3117.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mia hogging toys at Nana's&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thus far, it has been a good trip. &amp;nbsp;The babies have been able to meet their aunt and uncles and some dear friends. &amp;nbsp;We took them to our friends house we haven't seen in over 11 years, and the kids had the time of their life. Plus, we were greatly blessed to be able to take our 5th generation picture on Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TO0qhW3ID3I/AAAAAAAAA0M/-SXCuH1qJVM/s1600/5+generations.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TO0qhW3ID3I/AAAAAAAAA0M/-SXCuH1qJVM/s400/5+generations.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;(L-R) Marcus &amp;amp; Deuce, Great Great Gma Georgia, Nana Julie &amp;amp; Jevin, Great Granny Ginger &amp;amp; Mia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets talk about the time change....time is two hours behind our Texas time. The first day the kids were ready to go to bed at 5:30 California time, so you know what that means....yep! Up at 4:00 AM. &amp;nbsp;Lucky us! &amp;nbsp;Over the last few days they have adjusted to real time, but that means when we get back to Texas, they most likely won't want to go to bed until 9:30PM for a few days....first daylight savings time, then Mountain Time all in the same month....Lord help me! And the kids have been co-bedding. &amp;nbsp;They do really well! Every now and then we have been woken by Mia pounding on the bedroom door to get out, or Deuce (somehow) getting himself under the bed. &amp;nbsp;We have a twin air mattress that fits pretty snug between the bed and wall, but he still managed to get himself between it and the bed frame...who knows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TO07IUDZDWI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/V19sLQmHioE/s1600/DSCN3118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TO07IUDZDWI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/V19sLQmHioE/s400/DSCN3118.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-1771611070894862114?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/1771611070894862114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/11/our-first-plane-ride.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/1771611070894862114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/1771611070894862114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/11/our-first-plane-ride.html' title='Our First Plane Ride'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TO03xOF5LEI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/-LU6qHP-_98/s72-c/Trio+suitcase%25284%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-2986531625250713015</id><published>2010-11-10T12:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T12:29:39.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Hair!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So I admitted a few weeks ago that I rarely brush the triplets hair, matter of fact, they had most likely not had their hair brushed in a year of their life. &amp;nbsp;I give them a bath, wash it, and when they get out I put a little baby oil in it and kinda fluff it with my fingers. &amp;nbsp;After this tiny comment, I decided I would start brushing the hair, but let me explain...this is an example of why I haven't...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TNn0LtfZb-I/AAAAAAAAA0A/zXHkVxEECvg/s1600/11-8-10+195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TNn0LtfZb-I/AAAAAAAAA0A/zXHkVxEECvg/s200/11-8-10+195.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TNlloE4m5wI/AAAAAAAAAz4/_9ugTpJP3wU/s1600/11-8-10+193.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TNlloE4m5wI/AAAAAAAAAz4/_9ugTpJP3wU/s200/11-8-10+193.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;So I have business in the front...and party in the back....I have no idea what to do with her hair. &amp;nbsp;I do two pony tails...not cute...one ponytail on top, nope, not cute!! &amp;nbsp;Baby oil and little bit of messy fingers on top...that works, but still so dry and frizzy in the back...ugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;The boys on the other hand have such thin hair, so it's more like middle aged balding in front and a small get together in the back....mmmmhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TNqVNtPGwPI/AAAAAAAAA0E/UTGH8Jo0txI/s1600/DSCN2992%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TNqVNtPGwPI/AAAAAAAAA0E/UTGH8Jo0txI/s200/DSCN2992%255B1%255D.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TNqXK89jqWI/AAAAAAAAA0I/L8IYbjCd-Ak/s1600/DSCN2993%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TNqXK89jqWI/AAAAAAAAA0I/L8IYbjCd-Ak/s200/DSCN2993%255B1%255D.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;The picture on the right depicts what brushing does to "I wanna be straight, but I am curly too" hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Now What????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-2986531625250713015?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/2986531625250713015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/11/holy-hair.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/2986531625250713015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/2986531625250713015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/11/holy-hair.html' title='Holy Hair!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TNn0LtfZb-I/AAAAAAAAA0A/zXHkVxEECvg/s72-c/11-8-10+195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-6808408147243001492</id><published>2010-11-04T18:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T19:02:26.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Triplet trivia...more like twin trivia</title><content type='html'>Can you tell me who is who? &amp;nbsp;I will post the answer next Thursday....have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TNNGa22zP2I/AAAAAAAAAz0/8NLVW-3VP0k/s1600/DSCN2943.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TNNGa22zP2I/AAAAAAAAAz0/8NLVW-3VP0k/s640/DSCN2943.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We'll go with&lt;br /&gt;Blue:&lt;br /&gt;Red:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry..no prize for winning...just for fun for my loyal blog readers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-6808408147243001492?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/6808408147243001492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/11/triplet-triviamore-like-twin-trivia.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/6808408147243001492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/6808408147243001492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/11/triplet-triviamore-like-twin-trivia.html' title='Triplet trivia...more like twin trivia'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TNNGa22zP2I/AAAAAAAAAz0/8NLVW-3VP0k/s72-c/DSCN2943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-8233275579191838157</id><published>2010-11-03T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T18:20:07.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye Pink Cast!!!</title><content type='html'>Mia got her cast off today. &lt;a href="http://www.dmagazine.com/images/bestpediatricians2010/W_Barry_Humeniuk_MD.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dr. Barry&lt;/a&gt; asks, "Is Mia afraid of the vacuum at home?" &amp;nbsp;Well she is but, after 2 weeks of the blow dryer every other day, she shouldn't be, but she was given her own little head muff thingy's to muffle the sound of the saw a bit...she did very well. &amp;nbsp;She fussed for just a moment and then seemed more interested in what was going on then the sound of the saw. &amp;nbsp;Yeah!!! No more cast. &amp;nbsp;Most things in multiple life seem to become a beating every now and again...then add 10 minutes of blow drying a cast to bath time...thank goodness she got it removed today!! &amp;nbsp;Dr. Barry said she has healed very well. &amp;nbsp;She actually had broken her Tibia and her Fibula but both fractures were right above her growth plate in her leg so she should have no long term effects. &amp;nbsp;She will walk slightly funny for a few weeks, just favoring that leg for a bit, but after about 3 weeks she should be back to normal...or what we would think is normal...Mia did fracture the same leg we have been concerned with previously...we will see how it all progresses, but as of now, Dr. Barry will not need to see Mia again, although we are welcome to take her back if we have concerns in the near future. &amp;nbsp;She's doing very well. Almost as if she never had the cast on in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TNG9JCa7U9I/AAAAAAAAAzk/c2r6R-kgn28/s1600/DSCN2930.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TNG9JCa7U9I/AAAAAAAAAzk/c2r6R-kgn28/s320/DSCN2930.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TNG-14oQwyI/AAAAAAAAAzo/y9cWXKmNR8A/s1600/DSCN2931.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TNG-14oQwyI/AAAAAAAAAzo/y9cWXKmNR8A/s320/DSCN2931.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TNHAcv_2XlI/AAAAAAAAAzs/0s1YqamMfdc/s1600/DSCN2932.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TNHAcv_2XlI/AAAAAAAAAzs/0s1YqamMfdc/s320/DSCN2932.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TNHB7XvLF9I/AAAAAAAAAzw/EV5vRRRIKYU/s1600/DSCN2934.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TNHB7XvLF9I/AAAAAAAAAzw/EV5vRRRIKYU/s320/DSCN2934.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Surprisingly enough, the cast was in pretty good shape, slightly dingy, but no scary stuff on the inside, like crushed fish crackers or rotten bananas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-8233275579191838157?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/8233275579191838157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-bye-pink-cast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/8233275579191838157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/8233275579191838157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-bye-pink-cast.html' title='Good Bye Pink Cast!!!'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TNG9JCa7U9I/AAAAAAAAAzk/c2r6R-kgn28/s72-c/DSCN2930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-7423093704933767267</id><published>2010-11-01T07:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T07:08:15.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil' Bo Peep has Found Her Sheep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: left;"&gt;Saturday we loaded up the truck and headed out to the pumpkin patch. &amp;nbsp;We spent a little time feeding the animals. &amp;nbsp;It was cute, but the kids would rather have ate the feed so they needed a bit of assistance. &amp;nbsp;Shoot, the pumpkin patch should have paid &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;us&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...seems we were a bit more of an attraction then the goats and painted hay bales. Many oooo's and aaahh's and questions, and whispering...I am getting better with it though. We got a few good pictures here and there, but turns out the older they get the harder it is to get any good pictures of the three of them all together.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TM4flQtGWmI/AAAAAAAAAy0/7zL5uP7Ndq4/s1600/DSCN2830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TM4flQtGWmI/AAAAAAAAAy0/7zL5uP7Ndq4/s320/DSCN2830.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TM6XKZw7TlI/AAAAAAAAAy8/9OSTpLA65Ro/s1600/DSCN2844.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TM6XKZw7TlI/AAAAAAAAAy8/9OSTpLA65Ro/s320/DSCN2844.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TM6YqQDwTgI/AAAAAAAAAzA/Z2MmXvcZnPY/s1600/DSCN2869.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TM6YqQDwTgI/AAAAAAAAAzA/Z2MmXvcZnPY/s320/DSCN2869.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TM6aQd11RvI/AAAAAAAAAzE/o6DipNmSM8o/s1600/DSCN2875.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TM6aQd11RvI/AAAAAAAAAzE/o6DipNmSM8o/s320/DSCN2875.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TM6i36f0owI/AAAAAAAAAzU/wx6w7Cg69wA/s1600/DSCN2883.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TM6i36f0owI/AAAAAAAAAzU/wx6w7Cg69wA/s320/DSCN2883.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TM6i36f0owI/AAAAAAAAAzU/wx6w7Cg69wA/s1600/DSCN2883.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TM6kxLJZjBI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Y-QNatHPuik/s1600/DSCN2899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TM6kxLJZjBI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Y-QNatHPuik/s320/DSCN2899.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TM6mSmgy6eI/AAAAAAAAAzc/aF8y40A2sfA/s1600/DSCN2900.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TM6mSmgy6eI/AAAAAAAAAzc/aF8y40A2sfA/s320/DSCN2900.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Trick or Treating went well. &amp;nbsp;We stopped at our first house and each of the babies got a sucker and we really didn't need to go anywhere else, but we tugged on. They took to trying to eat the sucker, paper and all, and they could care less about anything that happened after that. &amp;nbsp;By the time we had made it around the block they had eaten the whole sucker, and every piece of candy in their buckets was sticky, as were they. It was a good time and created good memories. They were so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-7423093704933767267?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/7423093704933767267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/7423093704933767267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/11/lil-bo-peep-has-found-her-sheep.html' title='Lil&apos; Bo Peep has Found Her Sheep!'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TM6pTfKG8ZI/AAAAAAAAAzg/PBkx6x39l8U/s72-c/DSCN2816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-9101562498069341290</id><published>2010-10-28T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T17:05:12.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ChooOOOooo ChooOOoooOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TMndMpD_DII/AAAAAAAAAyY/N5t8DnkDtPs/s1600/choo+choo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TMndMpD_DII/AAAAAAAAAyY/N5t8DnkDtPs/s400/choo+choo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay...so the choo choo post...I have seen the &lt;a href="http://www.coxquads.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cox Quads&lt;/a&gt; walking the boys and girls several times in their choo choo, and I finally decided that I had to have one. &amp;nbsp;I went to&lt;a href="http://www.step2.com/"&gt; Step2.com&lt;/a&gt; &amp;nbsp;and low and behold...the beloved choo choo had been discontinued! &amp;nbsp;They had the trailer....a lot of good that would do me with out the engine!!! Okay, Now What!??! Next best thing...EBay! &amp;nbsp;I check EBay and they were selling them for over $100 a car. &amp;nbsp;So fine, maybe I don't need it that bad. Thankfully, Step 2 was busy working on a new version to come out in fall...so I patiently waited. &amp;nbsp;Finally, courtesy of Nana! We got our choo choo. &amp;nbsp;I tracked that package like there was a million dollars in it. I checked the front door no less than 4 times the day it was to arrive. &amp;nbsp;FedEx delivered it at about 5:30, and of course I had to open it immediately and put it together (Never mind my husband had just arrived home after a week long business trip). &amp;nbsp;Then...I even let the triplets stay up late (7:30pm) for their very first ride. After all is said and done, I absolutely love the Choo Choo more than they do. &amp;nbsp;Don't get me wrong, they LOVE it too, but it is absolutely Mommy's favorite thing since the &lt;a href="http://www.pamperedchef.com/ordering/prod_details.tpc?prodId=29280&amp;amp;words=pitcher"&gt;Pampered Chef pitcher&lt;/a&gt;. It is much easier to&amp;nbsp;maneuver&amp;nbsp;than the triplet stroller. &amp;nbsp;It turns corners like a race car. &amp;nbsp;The seat belts are great, and it has under-seat storage in the front car. &amp;nbsp;Love Love Love it! &amp;nbsp;Each time I take them for a walk I say "&lt;a href="http://www.step2.com/product.cfm?product_id=1774"&gt;Choo Choo&lt;/a&gt;" and they know we are getting ready to leave. &amp;nbsp;They even try to say "Choo Choo" too, but it could be mistaken as "Cookie" if you don't know the difference in their phonics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I set up my own "Pimp my Ride" shop and pimped out each baby's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TMni_zpMHBI/AAAAAAAAAyc/YGf5YaUqo7E/s1600/DSCN2800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TMni_zpMHBI/AAAAAAAAAyc/YGf5YaUqo7E/s400/DSCN2800.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TMnmnpzI1PI/AAAAAAAAAyk/khWEdlo_WaU/s1600/2010-10-25+13.35.49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TMnmnpzI1PI/AAAAAAAAAyk/khWEdlo_WaU/s200/2010-10-25+13.35.49.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TMnm2MpxQDI/AAAAAAAAAyo/VN0CcjwEfDE/s1600/2010-10-25+13.35.58.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TMnm2MpxQDI/AAAAAAAAAyo/VN0CcjwEfDE/s200/2010-10-25+13.35.58.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TMnmdjopIzI/AAAAAAAAAyg/yqSODpV7GhQ/s1600/2010-10-25+12.23.09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TMnmdjopIzI/AAAAAAAAAyg/yqSODpV7GhQ/s200/2010-10-25+12.23.09.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TMnvTG8Kt-I/AAAAAAAAAys/rUUoMVEWlsQ/s1600/Cousin+Hayden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TMnvTG8Kt-I/AAAAAAAAAys/rUUoMVEWlsQ/s320/Cousin+Hayden.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cousin Hayden and the boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, coming up, we are hitting the pumpkin patch this Saturday....then Halloween # 2...I haven't been this excited since I was 7, Can't wait till Sunday... the triplets were only a month old &lt;a href="http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-halloween.html"&gt;last Halloween&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; we were so blessed to have them home with us already!!!! We will see how it goes this weekend...costumes are so cute! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-9101562498069341290?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/9101562498069341290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/9101562498069341290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/10/choooooooo-choooooooooo.html' title='ChooOOOooo ChooOOoooOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TMndMpD_DII/AAAAAAAAAyY/N5t8DnkDtPs/s72-c/choo+choo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-2735301283927362473</id><published>2010-10-21T06:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T06:46:33.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticks &amp; Stones....and big people beds...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TMAgTP-OY3I/AAAAAAAAAyI/0zQyU34zgZ8/s1600/2010-10-20_08.31.49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TMAgTP-OY3I/AAAAAAAAAyI/0zQyU34zgZ8/s320/2010-10-20_08.31.49.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, this is&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;not a post I was hoping to have to make anytime soon. &amp;nbsp;Well, probably ever, but it will be part of our life for the next two weeks so I might as well share. &amp;nbsp;I was hoping this would be a happy blog! &amp;nbsp;I have been hoarding "choo choo" pictures for four days, then Mia has to go and break her leg!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TMAhx_8efCI/AAAAAAAAAyM/5B2Qqmrd0MA/s1600/DSCN2738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TMAhx_8efCI/AAAAAAAAAyM/5B2Qqmrd0MA/s320/DSCN2738.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TMAlNgQrfOI/AAAAAAAAAyU/Sv8AlL2XLok/s1600/DSCN2750.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TMAlNgQrfOI/AAAAAAAAAyU/Sv8AlL2XLok/s320/DSCN2750.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I mentioned in my last post, or two, that we had a visit to the ER while we were on our trip to Kansas. I was told she had a bruise. &amp;nbsp;If she wasn't putting weight on her leg in 7-10 days to take her back to the doctor for new x-rays. She started bearing weight on it after about 4 days, but she was walking on her tippy toe. &amp;nbsp;We watched for a few days hoping she would start putting her heel down. &amp;nbsp;Well, the day I went to make an appointment I look over and she is walking (cruising) heel down. &amp;nbsp;Whew!! No worries. &amp;nbsp;She went about 4 days, getting around like normal. &amp;nbsp;Monday, I notice she is fussing and when I picked her up she wasn't wanting to straighten her leg. &amp;nbsp;As I also mentioned in a previous post, Mia had diaper rash from the 8 poopy diapers a day (I might be&amp;nbsp;exaggerating), so I thought, "Hmm, it must irritate the diaper rash when she moves her leg." &amp;nbsp;Went to change her diaper and the diaper rash is nearly gone. &amp;nbsp;So I grab her leg to put the new diaper on and she cries. &amp;nbsp;I move her leg around, she cries. &amp;nbsp;I move her foot around, she cries. &amp;nbsp;First thing Tuesday, we went to see &lt;a href="http://www.stonebridgepediatrics.com/"&gt;Dr. Reyes&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Doc sent us for x-rays. &amp;nbsp;I get a call at about 2:30 saying it is fractured and I need to take her to a specialist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After calling the specialist, making Mia and appointment through my sobbing, I rushed to pick up her x-rays for our 8:15am appointment this morning. &amp;nbsp;Yep, buckle fracture in her lower right tibia. &amp;nbsp;So, we headed out early, dropped the boys off at the Granny's, and off to Dr. Barry's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TMAjleyNZjI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/HvUxkPcfAdA/s1600/DSCN2743.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TMAgSH_jN6I/AAAAAAAAAyE/PiKrzJCjBc4/s1600/2010-10-20_08.30.39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TMAgSH_jN6I/AAAAAAAAAyE/PiKrzJCjBc4/s320/2010-10-20_08.30.39.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So there we sit. &amp;nbsp;Dr. Barry asking what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I explained what a great mommy I had been 2 weeks prior, the ER visit, the diagnosis, and then the accident on Monday; thought maybe big boy Jev had fell on sissy's leg, but through a few&amp;nbsp;conversations, it seems she may have fallen off of the bed again. &amp;nbsp;He explained the fracture was new. &amp;nbsp;If she had broken it 2 weeks prior they would be able to see the healing in the fracture, and the x-rays showed a new fracture. This was a bit of relief as I had sat and pondered all day yesterday about how I felt like such a bad mommy for possibly letting my lil' Mia run around with a broken leg for two weeks. I just felt so bad for her having to have that pain and not being able to fix it. So I doped her up with&amp;nbsp;Ibuprofen and carried her around for 5 hours. &amp;nbsp;Needless to say, her night was pretty sleepless (as was mine). &amp;nbsp;She woke ever 45 minutes or so from about 2:30 am on. &amp;nbsp;Poor baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TMAjleyNZjI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/HvUxkPcfAdA/s1600/DSCN2743.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TMAjleyNZjI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/HvUxkPcfAdA/s320/DSCN2743.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mia was casted. &amp;nbsp;She did so well. &amp;nbsp;Dr. Barry says she will wear it for 2 weeks. &amp;nbsp;The break was high enough it will not affect her growth and she should be just fine. &amp;nbsp;She shouldn't have any long term effects. And the best part!!!! &amp;nbsp;I can bathe her in it!!! Thank goodness! &amp;nbsp;I was picturing sponge baths for 2 weeks...or what kind of tape should I buy/use....or grocery bag or trash bag... You just have to blow-dry it afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose everyone should stay tuned for a happy choo choo post soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-2735301283927362473?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/2735301283927362473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/10/sticks-stonesand-big-people-beds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/2735301283927362473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/2735301283927362473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/10/sticks-stonesand-big-people-beds.html' title='Sticks &amp; Stones....and big people beds...'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TMAgTP-OY3I/AAAAAAAAAyI/0zQyU34zgZ8/s72-c/2010-10-20_08.31.49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-6479511520115701246</id><published>2010-10-14T22:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T20:42:23.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few more pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just a few more pictures, because I can't help but share them...I love them&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TLe6G2I6mZI/AAAAAAAAAxw/3SAhHLGtF4I/s1600/DSC_1215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TLe6G2I6mZI/AAAAAAAAAxw/3SAhHLGtF4I/s400/DSC_1215.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jevin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TLe69UKJCKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/n5UqhhD3qAY/s1600/DSC_1226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TLe69UKJCKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/n5UqhhD3qAY/s400/DSC_1226.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TLe7jhA4LRI/AAAAAAAAAx4/SwFG2n0bsT4/s1600/DSC_1228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TLe7jhA4LRI/AAAAAAAAAx4/SwFG2n0bsT4/s400/DSC_1228.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Deuce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;While I'm here...I thought I would add, I have came to the conclusion my finger just might smell like Desitin until the triplets grow ALL of their teeth. &amp;nbsp;Hand soap is no help. Even scented (expensive/Bath&amp;amp;Body) hand soap does not get rid of the&amp;nbsp;antiseptic&amp;nbsp;smell. &amp;nbsp;I am half way to soaking my fingertips in bleach water! &amp;nbsp;Might need to start buying diaper rash cream by the case! Mia and Jevin have had horrible diapers for two days...poor little butts! &amp;nbsp;Did I&amp;nbsp;mention&amp;nbsp;I am tired of poop? &amp;nbsp;I am not positive of the cause...could be teeth, could be milk, but they were pretty constipated when they started whole milk, so I am guessing it is teething. &amp;nbsp;Their diet has not really changed. &amp;nbsp;It's weird too... it hardly smells...I have to&amp;nbsp;discern&amp;nbsp;poop from the legs or back of the diaper. So sad...my little baby butts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mia's foot/leg seems to be improving. &amp;nbsp;I caught her many times today putting her heel down. &amp;nbsp;She has mostly been walking on her tippy toe with a slight limp (well "cruising", none of them "walk" unattended yet). &amp;nbsp;What a relief! &amp;nbsp;How could I live with being the cause of her pain....momma's little&amp;nbsp;Mia....I beat myself up enough about that...add Deuce's little accident to that, which we won't talk about...we'll just say I must be the mom of the week...yeah right!!!!! I told everyone, being a mom of multiples, I am obviously dangerous to my own children. &amp;nbsp;All their ouchies so far have been inflicted by my obvious lack of attention or foresight to the inevitable. Lessons learned...I can say that! &amp;nbsp;Trust your &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;stupid&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;intuition!!! Should have known better, and my&amp;nbsp;gut&amp;nbsp;told me otherwise each time. &amp;nbsp;No matter the inconvenience or the extra work...it is usually worth it! Needless to say, you won't see any pictures (new pictures) of Deuce man until the scab on his forehead goes away. &amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;don't need to be reminded of that!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I have spent way more time writing then I intended. &amp;nbsp;Enjoy the pics. &amp;nbsp;Write you soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-6479511520115701246?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/6479511520115701246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-few-more-pictures-because-i-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/6479511520115701246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/6479511520115701246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-few-more-pictures-because-i-cant.html' title='A few more pics'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TLe6G2I6mZI/AAAAAAAAAxw/3SAhHLGtF4I/s72-c/DSC_1215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-6320937648656699121</id><published>2010-10-11T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T22:04:27.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Triplets first road trip...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TLPPbHp5hgI/AAAAAAAAAxg/GN4Mmfx7JNw/s1600/DSCN2599.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TLPPbHp5hgI/AAAAAAAAAxg/GN4Mmfx7JNw/s320/DSCN2599.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My sister and I took our kids back to our home town for a visit with family and friends. I was a bit nervous about a 8 hour (usually 6 without kiddos) road trip with 5 kids 3 and under, but surprisingly enough it went pretty well. Many of my family members and friends had not met the triplets and and with them just turning a year old, I thought it appropriate to go and let those who hadn't ventured to Texas yet, meet the babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TLIObX_d6_I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/zuMGCpS9i30/s1600/DSCN2581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TLIObX_d6_I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/zuMGCpS9i30/s320/DSCN2581.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We rented a van (obviously none of us have a vehicle equipped for 5 car seats), loaded up and left out Friday morning. I took a blanket we could spread out and let the kiddos out for a little romp. We stopped twice for diaper changes and 20 minutes of frolicking in the grass. Much of my time on the stops was spent yanking babies away from dog turds. (Why....what happened to the pooper scooper?) Never the less, I found I will need to teach them what "No, stay on the blanket!" means, but the blanket idea was brilliant. There is no way they would have made an 8 hour trip without being able to get out of the vehicle for a little bit. Although this picture the blanket looks rather small, out next stop, we doubled the size...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;We got to Kansas Friday evening, and the visiting started. We saw Great Grandma (NaNa) MeMaw &amp;amp; Papa. And time for bed! I stayed with one of my bestest friends. For the first time in the triplets life, we co-bedded. The first night was something horrible. Shaye Shaye has a big doberman that obviously was not used to little baby voices in his house so he barked they cried, they cried he barked, and we were up until after midnight. Ugh! The next morning the big doggy was a big baby and wanted to lick and play with the babies so bad he was ridiculous. He loved them to death. Each morning we woke up I could hear him whining, he wanted to see the babies. The following nights went pretty well...I remember thinking the bed looked like baby war grounds when they were all asleep; babies everywhere. If they woke in the middle of the night they would scoot across the bed until they hit one of my body parts (neck, knee, foot) and fall out as soon as their head touched me. Needless to say, they slept better then me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TLN94hgKbGI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cS5Z1CBHTg0/s1600/DSCN2626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TLN94hgKbGI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cS5Z1CBHTg0/s320/DSCN2626.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sunday evening, Mia fell off the bed...not while she was sleeping, but while my back was turned to get something out of my diaper bag (what a good Mommy I was)....I didn't know at the time that something was hurt. Monday morning she pulled herself up and started fussing. She wouldn't put any weight on her right leg...I let her go through Monday, hoping Tuesday would improve. Tuesday came, and she still wouldn't put her foot down so we spent 3 hours at the ER having ex-rays (said Mia, "Nice Mom...spent 3 hours in ER for a stupid contusion when I could have been eating or sleeping! stupid..."). Then how do you explain to a doctor that you weren't really paying attention, so you don't know how she landed. Then add a little black eye from hitting herself in the face with my keys, and a slight diaper rash...Lord, I just knew they were going to call child protective services on me. Luckily, they diagnosed a contusion...bruise...If she isn't putting any weight on it by Tuesday then she needs new ex-rays. Dr. said their bones regenerate so fast you can't really see a break until the calcium can build up in the fracture. However, it seems she is starting to at least put her foot on the floor now. Hopefully she is getting better. Only me....The rest of the ni-night times went pretty good. No fussing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Trip went pretty well other than that, except for the fact that the boys were excessively needy. I guess there were just so many new faces and places, they just weren't all that comfortable. They wanted to be held most of the day and fussed the rest. I decided that I would not take them on another trip, without Marcus (or the Granny), until they can walk, feed, and pee by themselves. Poor babies...it might have been tougher on me then them. I haven't been alone with them for a full week since they were three months old, and they slept 19 out of 24 hours a day back then. Never the less, it was a good time with family and friends. Good to see everyone I love so much, and want them to love so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TLM1dYpuPTI/AAAAAAAAAw4/OtRYq9RyvJ0/s1600/DSC_1189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TLM1dYpuPTI/AAAAAAAAAw4/OtRYq9RyvJ0/s200/DSC_1189.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TLNG7rSvvwI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Zwun_vxDrtM/s1600/DSC_1169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TLNG7rSvvwI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Zwun_vxDrtM/s200/DSC_1169.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TLNGPfpgBSI/AAAAAAAAAxM/3-zaRpgAJuA/s1600/DSC_1185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TLNGPfpgBSI/AAAAAAAAAxM/3-zaRpgAJuA/s200/DSC_1185.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Took the kids to the park for the first time Monday. Dad has an awesome camera and we/he got some good pics. They had a blast other than the small chill in the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1422211694"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1422211695"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TLM2EMo-JLI/AAAAAAAAAw8/QhTNAcp_rz4/s1600/DSC_1215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;We got home Thursday...you could just tell they were so glad to see Daddy and super thankful to be back in their own home. They played like crazy in the play room...it's as if they had brand new toys they forgot about. They went to bed very nicely...sure they were happy to sleep in something with bumpers and rails again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-6320937648656699121?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/6320937648656699121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/10/triplets-first-road-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/6320937648656699121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/6320937648656699121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/10/triplets-first-road-trip.html' title='Triplets first road trip...'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TLPPbHp5hgI/AAAAAAAAAxg/GN4Mmfx7JNw/s72-c/DSCN2599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-8798208087161772522</id><published>2010-09-26T20:48:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:00:51.664-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TKADBD8IuxI/AAAAAAAAAuk/lZH_Q6MJ01M/s1600/DSCN2566.JPG'/><title type='text'>Top 5 Must Haves for Multiple Mommies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Being a new mommy, I never really knew what we would need for our triplets.  And of course, what we did do to prepare never really seemed good enough, but over the last year, I have come to realize just how much stuff you get and don't really need, so I thought I would post a little something on my top 5 must buy things...all the rest of it probably just collects dust.  Of course this is outside of the car seats, strollers, clothes, baby beds, burp cloths, bottles, etc. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 &lt;a href="http://www.pamperedchef.com/ordering/prod_details.tpc?prodId=29291&amp;amp;words=pitcher"&gt;Mixing pitcher from Pampered Chef&lt;/a&gt;--my most favorite favorite &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;purchase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2 Pack n Plays- We did 4: 2 in our bedroom and 2 down stairs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 Swings-they don't have to be all fancy and expensive, but I do recommend that you don't by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      the same swing x 2 or 3 or whatever.  You might find your baby will perfer a certain swing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      over the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4 &lt;a href="http://www.boppy.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Boppy&lt;/span&gt; pillows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#5 Bottle props&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bumbo&lt;/span&gt; seats which were convenient and nice to have, but didn't make my top 5...sorry to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bumbo&lt;/span&gt; lovers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was in the beginning....my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bestest&lt;/span&gt; purchase we have ever made...a baby gate!!! Screws to the wall, has a latch and hinges...saved my life!!! Skip the tension gate! Hated it! It was like playing twister at the bottom of my stairs. "Hold this part with the left hand, the book on the right with this knee, the book on the left with that elbow, and you have your free hand to push the bar down"....and you better have it on the right notch or you're screwed...gotta start all over. Of course our builder could have built our walls straight...that would have helped. Whew!! Just glad that thing is gone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll give you a few cute pics while I am here...Mia, funny girl...decide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d it wasn't as much fun to push the toy as it was to be pushed on the toy...Diva in training.  She, for some reason, decided to sit in the push toy, got Deuce to push her around for a bit.  Thought it only fare she push her brothers...did for a minute and wanted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jev&lt;/span&gt; to get out of "her" toy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TKADBD8IuxI/AAAAAAAAAuk/lZH_Q6MJ01M/s320/DSCN2566.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521416459928517394" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TKADBkNmy8I/AAAAAAAAAus/RGyi7oyOd5M/s320/DSCN2567.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521416468591725506" /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deuce pushing Mia............................................................guess we need to teach her to share....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah...a few exciting things have happened in the last week....big baby car seats...they love them...they don't stop babbling when we are in the car.  The first day it was so funny...babble babble babble...all the way home...then I have noticed myself needing to pay WAY more attention to the road...I can't help but turn around to look at them, they love the new view so much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TKAHcApj4CI/AAAAAAAAAu0/9V7TQB0HUss/s400/DSCN2542.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521421320948277282" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then...switched to milk a few days ago.  Marcus said once we ran out of our gallon water that we mixed for formula he wasn't buying anymore.  I secretly contemplated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; buying more water while he was at work, because I was slightly nervous to switch, but turns out they are doing great on it...and I don't have to mix formula at 6 am anymore....love love love it! How easy is that!? And milk is on sale for 99 cents...can you freeze it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-8798208087161772522?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/8798208087161772522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/09/top-5-must-haves-for-multiple-mommies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/8798208087161772522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/8798208087161772522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/09/top-5-must-haves-for-multiple-mommies.html' title='Top 5 Must Haves for Multiple Mommies'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TKADBD8IuxI/AAAAAAAAAuk/lZH_Q6MJ01M/s72-c/DSCN2566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-5203472939202733240</id><published>2010-09-22T11:48:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T19:41:10.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Triplets are One...and tons of fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJo8kZjjmfI/AAAAAAAAAs0/2CmLlnzMN6g/s1600/DSCN2535.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJo8kZjjmfI/AAAAAAAAAs0/2CmLlnzMN6g/s640/DSCN2535.JPG" width="640" height="480" px="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;Well, the triplets are one today. Surprisingly enough I am doing much better than yesterday. I have sang Happy Birthday, no less than 9 times...they just smile and sway. They have no idea what I am saying, but they still like it. Instead of my usuall "Goooooood Morning!" I greeted them with Haaaaaapy Birthdaaaaayyyy!" And they just smiled as usual. Totally oblivious to what today means to them. So, of course for my memories, I put on little birthday hats and tried to take pics. They were more concerned with trying to rip each other's hat off rather than smile for Mommy. Mia of course couldn't leave hers on long enough for me to get a good picture of the three of them. Deuce was more concerned with what was on Jevin's head and visa versa. Then all the fun ended because Mia had to snap Jevin in the side of the face with the strap on his hat. Lovely....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJpL_L1mqVI/AAAAAAAAAts/YezclU5Z8Pc/s1600/Mia4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519807842177427794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJpL_L1mqVI/AAAAAAAAAts/YezclU5Z8Pc/s200/Mia4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJpL-5qMF7I/AAAAAAAAAtk/07QJn77eVpY/s1600/Jevin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519807837297711026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJpL-5qMF7I/AAAAAAAAAtk/07QJn77eVpY/s200/Jevin2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJpL-vKBXFI/AAAAAAAAAtc/oXzZhPjm82Q/s1600/Deuce3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519807834478435410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJpL-vKBXFI/AAAAAAAAAtc/oXzZhPjm82Q/s200/Deuce3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/22/09.......................Mia .................... Jevin ..................................... Deuce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJpbLL6gXZI/AAAAAAAAAt8/7yozOJ2eHkg/s1600/Mia+passi+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 163px; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519824541030833554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJpbLL6gXZI/AAAAAAAAAt8/7yozOJ2eHkg/s200/Mia+passi+(3).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJpbLSW3oMI/AAAAAAAAAuE/ec4LIEHzrpg/s1600/Jevin_dr+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519824542760411330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJpbLSW3oMI/AAAAAAAAAuE/ec4LIEHzrpg/s200/Jevin_dr+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJpbKTP0H9I/AAAAAAAAAt0/ZmFGplSB4Fg/s1600/Deuce+passi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519824525819387858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJpbKTP0H9I/AAAAAAAAAt0/ZmFGplSB4Fg/s200/Deuce+passi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia ...................................................Jevin .....................................Deuce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These pics are some of the few I have to put into perspective how tiny they were! Check out those Paci's &amp;amp; Jevin's Wubba Nub is nearly as long as his body...such crazy-ness! They were between 4 and 5 lb. when they came home. Yikes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJqfE-KmTrI/AAAAAAAAAuM/fUv2XY7aOLM/s1600/11+months+more+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519899201051709106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJqfE-KmTrI/AAAAAAAAAuM/fUv2XY7aOLM/s200/11+months+more+128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJqfFEaPVrI/AAAAAAAAAuU/wt2WlNtvsxY/s1600/mom+pics+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519899202727925426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJqfFEaPVrI/AAAAAAAAAuU/wt2WlNtvsxY/s200/mom+pics+137.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJqfFbRv_PI/AAAAAAAAAuc/GepCmOsxy_U/s1600/mom+pics+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519899208866331890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJqfFbRv_PI/AAAAAAAAAuc/GepCmOsxy_U/s200/mom+pics+145.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;We had a &lt;em&gt;small&lt;/em&gt; birthday party for them Saturday so I saved those pics for today's post. Mia was horrible. She love the stinkin' mess out of her smash cake. She nearly ate half of it and then wanted to fall out when we took it away for fear she might make herself sick. I am sure Mia sneezed icing for 2 days. She looked at the boys like, "What's your problem, if you don't want yours, I will eat it when I am done here." The boys were either too sleepy, or they didn't enjoy the smashing at all. Deuce held his fingers up after touching his cake like "eewww my fingers" and shook his hand to get the "stuff" off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;It is rather odd though. We had the party Saturday, and for some reason, to me, they woke up different babies Sunday. Mia hasn't stopped babbling since. I don't know what "ba-cow" means but Mia says it over and over and looks me in the face like she knows what she is saying. I am sure she does, but Mommy doesn't! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;So look out toddler-hood....here we come! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-5203472939202733240?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/5203472939202733240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/09/triplets-are-oneand-tons-of-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/5203472939202733240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/5203472939202733240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/09/triplets-are-oneand-tons-of-fun.html' title='The Triplets are One...and tons of fun!'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJo8kZjjmfI/AAAAAAAAAs0/2CmLlnzMN6g/s72-c/DSCN2535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-1034557530480437256</id><published>2010-09-21T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T21:44:32.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Triplets: Then &amp; Now</title><content type='html'>With one day until my precious trio turns 1 for real, I thought it appropriate to show some then and nows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am blessed and amazed.&amp;nbsp; A year makes such a difference!&amp;nbsp; They have grown a ton, and they have began to develop such special little personalities.&amp;nbsp; This day last year, I had barely finished the nurseries and was laid up on the couch with my many aches and pains, and all of the kicking and hiccups a baby brings x 3.&amp;nbsp; I am sure I was looking forward to my regular weekly outing to the doctor so I could lay on a table for 20 minutes and they would monitor for contractions &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;check for dilation.&amp;nbsp; My high risk doctor had scheduled me for a C-section in&amp;nbsp;2 weeks...&lt;em&gt;Lord what was she thinking&lt;/em&gt;!&amp;nbsp; I would have been 36 weeks and a few days, and very uncomfortable!!!&amp;nbsp; I miss her though!&amp;nbsp; Wish I was pregnant all over again, she doesn't treat anything I am ailed with now...Miss Dr. Brown-Elliot!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So I ventured to my weekly check up, unlike so many weeks previous, I had little hills on the contraction monitor thingy.&amp;nbsp; I knew it wasn't a good sign.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention, I felt a little funny once I reached the waiting room...not sure I really felt labor, I just didn't feel "right".&amp;nbsp; Doctor Hartly came in to check me, contractions on the monitor, and dialated to a 3-4. The babies were coming.&amp;nbsp; I was lucky enough to bypass bed rest in the hospital unlike so many other mother's of multiples.&amp;nbsp; I was wheeled across the sky walk, placed in a room, given meds to stop my contractions, and 3 hours later, "HELLO BABIES!" I remember wanting them to arive so bad, but the day they told me they were coming, I wanted them to stay a week or two longer.&amp;nbsp; I was so scared for them! Today, I have 3 healthy, babbly, wild babies.&amp;nbsp; I could not be more thankful.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am horribly emotional today, writing this blog...I just remember wishing or and praying for a baby for a few years...not for me, but&amp;nbsp;for my husband...asking God to give us the blessing, and the opportunity and the experience of little feet. Trying to ask for forgivness for whatever it was that was keeping us from having this joy.&amp;nbsp; I remember being resentful of those that had been blessed...of those that had the opportunity and didn't want it.&amp;nbsp; I remember slightly disliking those who did conceive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;I remember the pain. &amp;nbsp;I remember wishing for and praying as hard as I ever have for...whatever our&amp;nbsp;trials would bring us...whatever was supposed to be...then, when we least expected it, &lt;u&gt;He&lt;/u&gt; gave us 3.&amp;nbsp; I know we won't experience these times ever again in our lives.&amp;nbsp; I know we&amp;nbsp;have been given a&amp;nbsp;gift many are not blessed with.&amp;nbsp; I know....&amp;nbsp;God knew us and wanted this for us.&amp;nbsp; How could we ever wish for anything different?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And at 1...they have no idea....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, so enough of that....my kids are probably thinking I am loosing my mind today so...as I promised, &lt;br /&gt;Then--------------and-------------------------now---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJljDFL7FhI/AAAAAAAAAr0/B5PcKXzPXEY/s1600/DSCN2526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJljDFL7FhI/AAAAAAAAAr0/B5PcKXzPXEY/s320/DSCN2526.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJlhdfclciI/AAAAAAAAArs/Vcnyj7y1vJs/s1600/DSCN2500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJlhdfclciI/AAAAAAAAArs/Vcnyj7y1vJs/s320/DSCN2500.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJlkharqpHI/AAAAAAAAAr8/cVNQTFG10co/s1600/DSCN2498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJlkharqpHI/AAAAAAAAAr8/cVNQTFG10co/s320/DSCN2498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-1034557530480437256?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/1034557530480437256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/09/triplets-then-now.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/1034557530480437256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/1034557530480437256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/09/triplets-then-now.html' title='The Triplets: Then &amp; Now'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJljDFL7FhI/AAAAAAAAAr0/B5PcKXzPXEY/s72-c/DSCN2526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-2070983456674585606</id><published>2010-09-14T23:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T23:16:41.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Down to 1 year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJA89RcuBqI/AAAAAAAAAq8/3jLCdHxecCE/s1600/DSCN2403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJA89RcuBqI/AAAAAAAAAq8/3jLCdHxecCE/s400/DSCN2403.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We have less than 2 weeks until the triplets turn 1 year old. It is so crazy. It really puts into perspective how fast a year passes. This time last year I was just over &lt;a href="http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/09/32-weeks-and-strong.html"&gt;33 weeks&lt;/a&gt; and looking forward to my next Dr. appointment (my weekly outing). Today, I have 3 beautiful babies that never sit still unless they are sleeping. They smile at me, babble at me, cry at me, climb on me, follow me, cuddle me, and drive me absolutely crazy half the time, but best of all, they love me! I wouldn't change all of this for anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The triplets seem to learn something new every single day. They have been obsessed with the phone anytime we are on it. They want to talk to, then you put it up to their ear and they just sit there. Rarely do they say a word, they just smile and breath like a pedophile. If they have the chance they will play with ours and then fall out and kick and scream if you take it away. So recently we pulled out a few old cell phones for them to play with. They know exactly what to do with them, and we never even practiced! If they have one, you say "Hello?!" and they hold it up to their ear, or back of the head, forehead, or somewhere in that vicinity. Heck, they don't even need to have one when you say "hello" the hand will do just fine. So cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJBDZBFhtsI/AAAAAAAAArc/mhp2TvW4emQ/s1600/DSCN2320.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJBDZBFhtsI/AAAAAAAAArc/mhp2TvW4emQ/s200/DSCN2320.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJBAf74wWTI/AAAAAAAAArM/oO67Jv5WwVo/s1600/DSCN2324.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJBAf74wWTI/AAAAAAAAArM/oO67Jv5WwVo/s200/DSCN2324.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJBB929YqFI/AAAAAAAAArU/YqvnRiOrTzw/s1600/DSCN2375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJBB929YqFI/AAAAAAAAArU/YqvnRiOrTzw/s200/DSCN2375.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Mia has a small vocabulary. She says, "Bye Bye", "ba-ba", maybe "baby", "uh-oh", "pop-pop" (Poppy to us), possibly "yum-yum". Deuce and Jevin, not so much...Jevin knows how to shake his head NO. But it is always NO. You tell him "Jevin, Yes" Shakes his head NO. "Jevin, NO" Shakes his head NO. You tell Deuce/Mia "No" he shakes his head No. I love it! It's like when they learned to clap. Jevin has also started "uh-oh" but if you imagine it with a pacifier in his mouth...that is how most of his words come out...hummed (as if he has a pacifier in his mouth even when there is not) so it is like mmm-mmmh, mmm-mmh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Speaking of Clap...I mentioned before we are doing Your Baby Can Read. We are on volume 1 now. When I go to start the video, the TV will go black and they know it is starting. They will clap before a picture comes back. It is so funny. When the TV goes silent, they race to the living room and park their butts and everyone claps. Clap was the first word on the starter video. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They are all famed dancers. Mia and Deuce just can't help themselves. Deuce will dance to any music, sitting, standing, crawling... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Mia has teeth now. It is kinda crazy...her first tooth was on top but to the right of the middle two. Then her bottom two. Then the other tooth on the left of the top front teeth. Just recently has her top middle teeth broken through. Her smile is SO funny! At first, I was fearful she didn't have the middle two teeth. I was like, "Great, first her foot, now she doesn't have all her teeth!" But rest assured, they are all there. They are just coming in "Mia Style", that is, however they want. Of course she has to teeth out of order..."Mia Style". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJBFGCjpBcI/AAAAAAAAArk/QlFs5qHoj-Y/s1600/DSCN2416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJBFGCjpBcI/AAAAAAAAArk/QlFs5qHoj-Y/s320/DSCN2416.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I was hoping to post my hundredth post on their 1 year birthday, but turns out, I was a lazy blogger for several months and won't be able to make that milestone. I would need to do 2 posts a day for the next 10 days to get there...Yeah, not gonna happen...I am trying to come up with something really cool for that post now that it won't be as special...Any ideas??? Most do a "100 things about me post", I'm really not cool enough, nor interesting enough to come up with 100 things about me or my life. Hmmm.... stay tuned...we will see what I come up with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Renee! Miss ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-2070983456674585606?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/2070983456674585606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/09/count-down-to-1-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/2070983456674585606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/2070983456674585606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/09/count-down-to-1-year.html' title='Count Down to 1 year'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TJA89RcuBqI/AAAAAAAAAq8/3jLCdHxecCE/s72-c/DSCN2403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-6055813928475785082</id><published>2010-09-03T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:13:16.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Need to Remember...THEM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TIHEc02g2JI/AAAAAAAAAq0/WEGkoryfYVI/s1600/Jevin+Mia+Deuce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TIHEc02g2JI/AAAAAAAAAq0/WEGkoryfYVI/s320/Jevin+Mia+Deuce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;You know,&amp;nbsp; over the last few weeks, I have sat back and thought...If no one ever reads this blog again, &lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;I will&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp; If I am not glad I did this for friends and family, I am glad I did this for me.&amp;nbsp; Often times I sit back and try to recall the feeling of being pregnant, the feelings of giving birth (or Dr. Silver and Hartly giving birth), the feelings of visiting the NICU to hold them (during my touch time) and having to go home without them, the feelings of seeing my little people that came out of my big belly for the first time, the eternity before the first tiny cry,&amp;nbsp;the feelings of how tiny they were when they first arrived, the feelings of wanting them to arrive so bad and not wanting them to arrive just yet when D Day appeared from nowhere, the feelings of bringing three super tiny babies home from the hospital without all the gadgets (and the wonderful nurses that made sure I would be able to bring them home) that&amp;nbsp;gave me comfort to tell me they were okay... I just need to remember...forever, and thank God (and my Husband) for this blog! I will continue to write this blog for as long as I am able, I just need to remember...if you enjoy it, read on, if you don't, I will miss you, but&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; just need to remember!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite possibly, I have just become very emotional over the fast approaching 1 Year mark.&amp;nbsp; I don't know where this last year has went!&amp;nbsp; I know I have three pretty awesome kiddos that have given me so much joy over the last 11 months, but I also know it has passed me by so fast. &amp;nbsp;I don't know where the last 346 days have went.&amp;nbsp; I have joked about not having a 1st birthday party, but deep down I might be serious!&amp;nbsp; I ordered their birthday cake(s) today and it made me really sad.&amp;nbsp; If I never celebrate it, I don't have to come to reality about the event... 18 more days... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-6055813928475785082?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/6055813928475785082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-just-need-to-rememberthem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/6055813928475785082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/6055813928475785082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-just-need-to-rememberthem.html' title='I Just Need to Remember...THEM...'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TIHEc02g2JI/AAAAAAAAAq0/WEGkoryfYVI/s72-c/Jevin+Mia+Deuce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-7588965214198233809</id><published>2010-08-31T17:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:18:27.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath Time with the Trio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, I suppose it's not too early to start on the bathtub blog, since it took me a week to get my summer fun blog posted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started giving the triplets a bath in the big people bathtub about three weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; I was scared, but Jevins legs were about 3 inches too long for the baby bathtub you hang over your kitchen sink. Plus, I don't know what it is about the warm water, but it was necessary since the boys thought they should pee on my clean dishes or counter, or back splash,&amp;nbsp;every time they got a bath.&amp;nbsp; They used to be able to aim it in the little part on the end of the tub...then they decided it was time to practice peeing on the walls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First, I thought it appropriate to show how I pimped out my bathtub.&amp;nbsp; We started with one slippy mat thing and a 5 foot shower hose extension.&amp;nbsp; Not good enough.&amp;nbsp; I found 3 babies can't fit on one 2 foot mat, and I can't possibly stretch a 5 foot hose on the end of the shower head across the bathtub far enough to rinse all three of them.&amp;nbsp; So, I purchased 2 more mats, and an extra 5 foot extension hose for the shower head.&amp;nbsp; We had to make 2 trips to Lowes to find a connector piece for the hose and wha-la!&amp;nbsp; A tub for triplets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The first bath was exciting for them.&amp;nbsp;(Mind you, I should have gotten naked&amp;nbsp;just to give them a bath. I&amp;nbsp;needed to change my clothes after the bath was over)&amp;nbsp;They had lots of fun.&amp;nbsp; Take out the need for one of them to stand on the side of the tub, it went well.&amp;nbsp; It took me a week or so to pimp the tub, so initially they were not accustom to the 10 foot shower head.&amp;nbsp; Mia and Deuce, love it.&amp;nbsp; They, like the splashy kiddy pool mat thing, think they can catch the water coming from the shower head, but Jevin....bath time is OVVVVVERRRR once I turn that thing on. There is no more fun to be had once the shower head starts spitting water!&amp;nbsp; Just recently have I gotten him used to the water spraying from it.&amp;nbsp; I sing scrubba dubb dubb, three babies in the tub...they don't care, just give them a wash-rag and the bottle of baby wash...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I skipped the little baby bathtub ring things that support them.&amp;nbsp; They could already sit up pretty well by themselves so I figured as long as I didn't run more than 1/8 of water in the tub, there shouldn't be too much drowning danger.&amp;nbsp; Like everything else in life with triplets, there is a routine...I wash bellies, butts, and "junk" from right to left.&amp;nbsp; Then I go back and wash hair.&amp;nbsp; Turn on the shower head and spray them down like a small pack of puppies and bath time is done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-7588965214198233809?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/7588965214198233809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/7588965214198233809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/08/bath-time-with-trio.html' title='Bath Time with the Trio'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-8701914072704064119</id><published>2010-08-30T20:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:40:26.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Triplets Beat the Heat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/THxS7WVyz7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/yyfK9fpZUMQ/s1600/DSCN2119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/THxS7WVyz7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/yyfK9fpZUMQ/s320/DSCN2119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Well, as most know or have seen on the news, Texas is HOT! With 19 consecutive triple digit days. YUCK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/THxWSr8-0mI/AAAAAAAAAqE/SRvCUfhuhW8/s1600/DSCN2124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/THxWSr8-0mI/AAAAAAAAAqE/SRvCUfhuhW8/s320/DSCN2124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I finally decided somewhere around the 4th or 5th consecutive day that the kids were of age to break out this super cool gift we got. They love to be outside which really isn't possible without shade or water (or unless I sit inside, in the air, and bungee the babies to the tree), and I needed a cure for super fussy people after their afternoon nap (they can only eat so many puffs before you become a bad mommy).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/THxUsbgoVKI/AAAAAAAAAp8/jzl9GdnZSZU/s1600/DSCN2120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/THxUsbgoVKI/AAAAAAAAAp8/jzl9GdnZSZU/s320/DSCN2120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It is awesome and they love it. It's not really a pool. It holds about an inch to two inches of water on the little mat. Around the sides it has several little fountains of water that the kiddos think they can catch, and they are very persistent in trying to do so. If you live in Texas, and a Kiddy pool it not really a safe activity unless you can assign an adult to each one, this is a blessing. I am just getting over my anxiety of giving baths in the big people bathtub, because I only have two arms. (Which I will be posting some pics of here in a few days) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This took me a week to post because blogger didn't want to upload my pics. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-8701914072704064119?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/8701914072704064119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/8701914072704064119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/08/triplets-beat-heat.html' title='Triplets Beat the Heat'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/THxS7WVyz7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/yyfK9fpZUMQ/s72-c/DSCN2119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-6187545107228371930</id><published>2010-08-16T00:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T00:06:15.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling out for help</title><content type='html'>This is a little girl that needs a small amount of help.&amp;nbsp; The little girl has a tumor on her pituitary gland.&amp;nbsp; She lives in Kansas, however, no doctor is willing to treat her in Kansas.&amp;nbsp; The family has found a doctor that is willing to give medical attention to the little girls medical condition, but the doctor is in Arizona.&amp;nbsp; The family is needing assistance to travel for the treatment in the near future.&amp;nbsp; Please, if you can, give what you can to assist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGjGozHVR_I/AAAAAAAAApk/M35bWhwpqbI/s1600/nat" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGjGozHVR_I/AAAAAAAAApk/M35bWhwpqbI/s320/nat" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Posted from the wesite &lt;a href="http://www.giveforward.org/natalieguillen/"&gt;http://www.giveforward.org/natalieguillen/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.giveforward.org/natalieguillen/"&gt;Natalie is 23 months old. She will turn 2 Sept.25. She has been diagnosed with a brain tumor on her pituitary gland. the pituitary gland controls your growth as a child &amp;amp; your hormones. It has also caused her to continuously have seizures. She is also having hormonal issues as well. she is 38inches tall and weighs 48lbs which is extremely too BIG for a 2yr. she is more like the size of a 5yr. Since she is growing so rapidly and the seizure are not completely controllable we are going to have this tumor removed. However, there is not a neurosurgeon in the state of Kansas that feels comfortable doing this procedure. Therefore we will be needing to travel to Phoenix, AZ where there are specialized neurosurgeons. So I'm trying to help raise money for medical expenses and travel. Thank you for your time and generosity.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-6187545107228371930?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/6187545107228371930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/08/calling-out-for-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/6187545107228371930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/6187545107228371930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/08/calling-out-for-help.html' title='Calling out for help'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGjGozHVR_I/AAAAAAAAApk/M35bWhwpqbI/s72-c/nat' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-8825841158196656333</id><published>2010-08-12T11:33:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T13:35:56.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life of.....multiples</title><content type='html'>Okay, so yes, I am on a roll this week!!! Making up for lost time you could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGQokfW0iJI/AAAAAAAAAnE/ld4MKQd4JVU/s1600/6am.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504569251911207058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGQokfW0iJI/AAAAAAAAAnE/ld4MKQd4JVU/s200/6am.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGQoj-ADgCI/AAAAAAAAAm8/W8SES5-wQaE/s1600/7am.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504569242957348898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGQoj-ADgCI/AAAAAAAAAm8/W8SES5-wQaE/s200/7am.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGQoklRwUbI/AAAAAAAAAnM/FCEzIH3Toro/s1600/830+am.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504569253500572082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGQoklRwUbI/AAAAAAAAAnM/FCEzIH3Toro/s200/830+am.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..........6am.................................................7am.............................................8am.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGQuyIgSswI/AAAAAAAAAnU/h5adw5c5tRg/s1600/9+30+am.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504576083364852482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGQuyIgSswI/AAAAAAAAAnU/h5adw5c5tRg/s200/9+30+am.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGRKXKxtmOI/AAAAAAAAAoc/6BuU6EYIx3w/s1600/10+am.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504606406443899106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGRKXKxtmOI/AAAAAAAAAoc/6BuU6EYIx3w/s200/10+am.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGRKXjF3DwI/AAAAAAAAAok/XW9_jTo5oPs/s1600/1230+pm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504606412970856194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGRKXjF3DwI/AAAAAAAAAok/XW9_jTo5oPs/s200/1230+pm.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............9:30 am........................................10 am......................................12:30 pm.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGRCinhBU5I/AAAAAAAAAoE/Ad4HvJnbdxc/s1600/2pm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504597807044055954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGRCinhBU5I/AAAAAAAAAoE/Ad4HvJnbdxc/s200/2pm.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGRCkBnF5jI/AAAAAAAAAoU/hHGZdDSlvj0/s1600/orrr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504597831228712498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGRCkBnF5jI/AAAAAAAAAoU/hHGZdDSlvj0/s200/orrr.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGRCjKtZbFI/AAAAAAAAAoM/-QeuTjsGgVY/s1600/230+pm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504597816491207762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGRCjKtZbFI/AAAAAAAAAoM/-QeuTjsGgVY/s200/230+pm.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........2 pm.......................................................2:30 pm...................................or 2:30 pm.......... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGReE7vunVI/AAAAAAAAApE/woxBd3gdVFI/s1600/9+30+am.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504628083403955538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGReE7vunVI/AAAAAAAAApE/woxBd3gdVFI/s200/9+30+am.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGReFWDOf6I/AAAAAAAAApM/uP1Y324m6yI/s1600/315+pm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504628090465058722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGReFWDOf6I/AAAAAAAAApM/uP1Y324m6yI/s200/315+pm.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGReGNNcH1I/AAAAAAAAApU/bynwnOGiFI0/s1600/10+am.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504628105271844690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGReGNNcH1I/AAAAAAAAApU/bynwnOGiFI0/s200/10+am.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGReFWDOf6I/AAAAAAAAApM/uP1Y324m6yI/s1600/315+pm.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........3:30 pm..............................................4:00 pm.............................4:05, 4:30, 5:30, 6:00, 6:30 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGWO-fpCQrI/AAAAAAAAApc/tmvIahI82fU/s1600/7pm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504963323826946738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGWO-fpCQrI/AAAAAAAAApc/tmvIahI82fU/s200/7pm.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7:00pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the past 10 months, one of the most famous statements I here is, "I don't know how you do it..." Well this is how. It's not as complicated as most would think. Don't get me wrong, we have trying times, but most days are simple and routine...every day is nearly exactly alike...Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturday's are bath days (usually) Maybe Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, depending...We (they) wake up around 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; am. They have a bottle,play for a moment (until someone ruins the fun), nap about 8AM, breakfast is between 9 and 9:30 am, play time for a while, nap time at 11&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;. Lunch around 12-1pm, play time, nap time 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;, fussy time 3-6:30, dinner at 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;, and bedtime at 7:30. Rarely does it veer from this. Now, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday is Granny's day, so I can't comment on the schedule there, but the rest of the days are almost to the "T", just as I described. In between all the eating and playing is bugging... hanging off of my computer desk, banging on the dishwasher/dryer, climbing stairs, pulling equipment off of the entertainment center, eating out of the fireplace, pulling stuff off of the end table, turning TV channels, etc. We do &lt;em&gt;Your Baby Can Read&lt;/em&gt; twice a day in between there somewhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGRR1YFzvLI/AAAAAAAAAos/eXunmMA2B8M/s1600/730pm3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504614621995318450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGRR1YFzvLI/AAAAAAAAAos/eXunmMA2B8M/s200/730pm3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGRR17jctnI/AAAAAAAAAo0/mgeMIvrLVHQ/s1600/730+pm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504614631514879602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGRR17jctnI/AAAAAAAAAo0/mgeMIvrLVHQ/s200/730+pm.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGRR2RqG9JI/AAAAAAAAAo8/hNG9QGqShOs/s1600/DSCN2159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504614637448393874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGRR2RqG9JI/AAAAAAAAAo8/hNG9QGqShOs/s200/DSCN2159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................7:30 pm........................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-8825841158196656333?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/8825841158196656333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-in-life-ofmultiples.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/8825841158196656333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/8825841158196656333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-in-life-ofmultiples.html' title='A day in the life of.....multiples'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGQokfW0iJI/AAAAAAAAAnE/ld4MKQd4JVU/s72-c/6am.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-3934698471332296457</id><published>2010-08-11T12:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T14:56:09.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All about Jev</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGL449iSjyI/AAAAAAAAAmU/UU_uVs2ni9g/s1600/Jevin+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504235352074915618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGL449iSjyI/AAAAAAAAAmU/UU_uVs2ni9g/s400/Jevin+10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGL46kgFpYI/AAAAAAAAAm0/aD-UaoIfXJo/s1600/Jevin+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504235379714532738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGL46kgFpYI/AAAAAAAAAm0/aD-UaoIfXJo/s400/Jevin+8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGL46c7Qd5I/AAAAAAAAAms/VlKyiplPDhE/s1600/Jevin+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 328px; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504235377681004434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGL46c7Qd5I/AAAAAAAAAms/VlKyiplPDhE/s400/Jevin+9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally posting the long awaited, way overdue All about Jevin blog. Jevin is the youngest of the three, by about 90 seconds...He is, however, my largest of the three. At birth he weighed 4lb 3oz. He is now nearly 20lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGL45t0C0BI/AAAAAAAAAmc/q4ML0GZGYuM/s1600/Jevin+2wks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 279px; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504235365034283026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGL45t0C0BI/AAAAAAAAAmc/q4ML0GZGYuM/s400/Jevin+2wks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGL453VaLJI/AAAAAAAAAmk/TmuiWQvPwKI/s1600/Jevin+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504235367590145170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGL453VaLJI/AAAAAAAAAmk/TmuiWQvPwKI/s400/Jevin+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jevin is the baby that will always make you feel loved when Mia makes you feel like she can't stand you, and Deuce has no need for you. He is my cuddly chubby bubbers. He likes to be cuddled and definatly will cuddle you back. He seems to be my sensitive baby. He rarely fights back for a toy. Fighting back to him is never letting go in the first place...usually he will just cry when one of the other take it from him. He is my lazy baby. He will do things at his own pace. Last to stand up, last to sit by himself, most likely last to walk. It's almost as if he could care less. He is horribly addicted to his pacifier. If you see him it will probably be dangling from his mouth. If it's not his Wubba Nub, he most likely has found one that is floating around the house, and he has no preference, Mia's will suit him just fine. He is a blanky baby as well, usually only at nap time and bed time. Most likely this is only because Deuce is a blanky baby. He is my loud baby. We (Dad) have been trying to ween him a bit form his pacifier so that he only has it at sleepy time, and when he doesn't have it he is sooo loud! (The only genetic trait I gave him) HE cries loud, babbles loud, he's just plain loud! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all for my Jevin, chubby bubbers, J.T., Jev...Love him and can't imagine life without him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-3934698471332296457?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/3934698471332296457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/08/all-about-jev.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/3934698471332296457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/3934698471332296457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/08/all-about-jev.html' title='All about Jev'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TGL449iSjyI/AAAAAAAAAmU/UU_uVs2ni9g/s72-c/Jevin+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-6333903118397877683</id><published>2010-08-09T22:11:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T14:56:48.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Triplets Top 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The top 10 commercials according to the most recent poll of three 10 (almost 11) month olds****okay, the top 9, couldn't think of the 10th***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stanley Steamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;J E L L O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Swiffer (Who's that Ladyyyyy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quiznos (Singing Cats)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JG Wentworth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Direct TV (That's just plain wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Progressive ("I trained him myself")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Angle Soft Toilet Paper (too rough, too hard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ABC Pest Control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My kids have become commercial junkies. No matter the time of day, what activity they are doing, eating, playing, half asleep, they will stop dead in their tracks and watch the commercial. Once it is over they return to exactly what they were doing before the commercial came on, except for the nap thing...I have to start all over. Never fails. First, I think...you have no money. Two, you have no need for most of the products in the advertisement. Three, you don't even know what it is they are advertising...Should it really interrupt your nap? Should you pay me absolutely no mind in the middle of a meal? Especially after you have been grunting at me, or hollering "muh" "muh" at me for the next bite, because you are too impatient for me to make it around to you again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When are they going to need a carpet cleaner? If only they would/could Swiffer my floors...Quiznos, okay...it is food...but don't the cats gross you out? Jello, understandable. Why do you need an attorney? You don't pay the cable bill. They won't be driving for another 15 years. Lord only knows how long it will be before they wipe their own butt, and the only thing the exterminator would be good for is dirty diapers (can they treat that with a chemical?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They also love the weather on the morning news. The seven day forecast...when it says bong~ bong~ bong~. They like the music to the Days of our Lives hour glass. They know the remote will change the TV. This morning I caught them watching the jewelry shopping channel. Then Mia turned it to the Soul Sounds XM channel and Micheal was on!!! Good choice! I sang "You are not Alone" to them... they had no interest, turned it to reggae. What a mess... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-6333903118397877683?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/6333903118397877683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/08/triplets-top-10.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/6333903118397877683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/6333903118397877683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/08/triplets-top-10.html' title='Triplets Top 10'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-1955718954793263668</id><published>2010-08-03T13:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:57:33.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Since last time...kind of</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TFjPGezX_GI/AAAAAAAAAmM/vfiZAT5uprA/s1600/DSCN2127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501374655087770722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TFjPGezX_GI/AAAAAAAAAmM/vfiZAT5uprA/s400/DSCN2127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now this is what we call ambidextrous in the Thompson House (Deuce)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501374641342965778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TFjPFrmW6BI/AAAAAAAAAl8/36k-Kg5Wfqk/s400/DSCN2020.JPG" /&gt;Whose dang baby is this? Not mine. There is no possible way my 10 month old should be climbing the side of the dishwasher!! Don't know why this surprises me. She has no fear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It has been an eventful few weeks in the Thompson house with the triplets. I have been trying to remember all of the things that have happened that I want to tell everyone about…guess I should write it down or something. Or maybe blog more often…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let’s see…We have been doing the My Baby Can Read videos. They have been on the starter video for a while. You are to show it to your baby 2x’s a day for a month and move to the next volume for a month, and so on. The starter video introduces about 10 words or so and then the next volume will review those words and introduce new words. I will have to say it does work. Mia can recognize Clap and Wave, now mouth. She attempts to say dog, baby, and tiger. Unfortunately they all sound just about the same. Dog sounds like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dada&lt;/span&gt; most of the time. The boys…oh, where do I start? They have no attention span. Mia will watch the whole video from start to finish, very attentively. Deuce and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt;…they interrupt the “class” all the time. I tried to split the boys up (which it appears we will most likely have to do when they start school, if we want &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; to get an education that is.) and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; does much better. Usually after breakfast I line them up in their highchairs; Mia, Deuce, then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; . Deuce still can’t hold attention to the video for long., unless Twinkle Twinkle Little Star or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eentsy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Weentsy&lt;/span&gt; Spider comes on. He likes the colors section as well. Oh boy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia has started to play with the push toys. She does very well. Deuce &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t keep his little feet up with the pace of it, then three days later he’s on it! Go boy! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt; well he’s not ready yet I guess. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; can climb the stairs like a champ though. Previously it had just been to the first landing. Then last night we let him climb to the top. BIG no no for mommy and daddy. Today while I was trying to get the pool thingy set up, when I’m done, I find him in the middle of our bedroom floor…yeah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alllllll&lt;/span&gt; the way upstairs, by himself, because Mia and Deuce are sitting in the kitchen… down stairs. The pool thingy took no longer than 90 seconds. Lord, help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recently asked if I had any advice on teething…no, not really! Just baby Tylenol and Motrin, maybe teething tablets, a little Baby &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Orajel&lt;/span&gt;…but that was all just an experiment. What do I know! All my kids teethe at the same time. What I mean is I haven’t experienced teething prior to this because they are all the same age…not even sure if any of it worked. However, if I had any advice…I would say get the baby that grows all their teeth at one time. The bottom two were horrible!!! Talk about fussy babies!! Well now miraculously the boys have all four top teeth coming in at once! Now that is how a baby should teethe! Mia…still none, but it looks as though it could be any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else…the boys, they say twins have some little telepathy or secret language. Mostly, I have thought this is just myth, but oddly enough they talk to each other. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; will spout off some crazy high pitched screechy babble thing, then Deuce can mimic it exactly. I first noticed it one morning when Deuce slept in (thank you Jesus :) ) and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Mia were in the play room. Deuce was lying in the middle of the living room floor drinking his first bottle and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; let out his “Deuce call”. Deuce interrupted his bottle momentarily to respond. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; again lets out his little noise…Deuce interrupted his bottle to respond…with the same little call…it’s like they are little crickets or something. So weird, so it will be interesting to see how this develops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501374646850647394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TFjPGAHfdWI/AAAAAAAAAmE/iU_A23ZnjaM/s400/DSCN2058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pic of all of the things I pulled out of a baby's mouth in one day. Actually it was about 3 hours. You will see a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Starburst&lt;/span&gt; wrapper (the boys split it. they are already learning to share, sweet huh?), a rubber tip to a door stop, a small plastic piece to the cap of a baby lotion bottle that one of the triplets knocked off of the coffee table on bath day a few days prior, and a large piece of dog food that Deuce was bold enough to steal from the dog bowl while our dog (big dog) was eating. Most of the things...I have no idea how they find them. The door stop, the dog food, okay, I will give it to ya...it is interesting and exciting, (and the dog food must taste good, because Deuce cried after I scooped it from his mouth with one finger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-1955718954793263668?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/1955718954793263668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/08/now-this-is-what-we-call-ambidextrous.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/1955718954793263668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/1955718954793263668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/08/now-this-is-what-we-call-ambidextrous.html' title='Since last time...kind of'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TFjPGezX_GI/AAAAAAAAAmM/vfiZAT5uprA/s72-c/DSCN2127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-6547711605584016257</id><published>2010-07-20T10:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T11:13:48.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paternity is Confirmed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TEXHPW2LdTI/AAAAAAAAAl0/ZmiwAPGLE4A/s1600/Jevin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496017986920346930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TEXHPW2LdTI/AAAAAAAAAl0/ZmiwAPGLE4A/s200/Jevin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TEXHO1sWV4I/AAAAAAAAAls/jEgyWY6VyK8/s1600/2010-07-02+16.21.35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496017978020747138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TEXHO1sWV4I/AAAAAAAAAls/jEgyWY6VyK8/s200/2010-07-02+16.21.35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TEXHOTD_4EI/AAAAAAAAAlk/l9U_aF8MVOo/s1600/Deuce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496017968724697154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TEXHOTD_4EI/AAAAAAAAAlk/l9U_aF8MVOo/s200/Deuce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so for, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt;, 10 months I have been looking for some small resemblance between myself and the triplets. Some little similarity that I can brag about or say is just like me. I have found NONE. No mole, no cute little mannerism, no laugh, no sound, no expression, Nothing. Then Marcus comes home one day claiming the boys ARE his boys. "They look just like me!" I'm thinking great! So they're still not my kids. I carried them for 7 months. I was out of breath every time I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conquered&lt;/span&gt; the stairs from the living room to the bedroom. I am the one that couldn't sleep. They kicked me 16 out of 24 hours a day. I was the one with one hour &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sono's&lt;/span&gt; and pains in places we can't disclose. They look nothing like me. I so wanted a little clone...everything about him or her was just like me...and nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-6547711605584016257?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/6547711605584016257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/07/paternity-is-confirmed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/6547711605584016257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/6547711605584016257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/07/paternity-is-confirmed.html' title='Paternity is Confirmed'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TEXHPW2LdTI/AAAAAAAAAl0/ZmiwAPGLE4A/s72-c/Jevin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-1932984326759279109</id><published>2010-07-18T07:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T10:54:04.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a lil' somethin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495230771094669346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TEL7RXXkyCI/AAAAAAAAAkU/QEiEl-lOq18/s400/DSCN1987.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The triplets are fast approaching the one year mark. This coming week they will be 10 months old. Can you believe it? I certainly can't. Just one year ago I was placed on bed rest. I was no-where close to the belly girth that I would be 2 months later. I spent most days laying on the couch, complaining about back pain, sneaking to do things that I was ordered not to do (dishes, sweeping, walking, etc) wishing daytime TV was more fulfilling, patiently awaiting the arrival of our baby furniture (and the babies to go in it), looking forward to my weekly outing to the doctor's office, and just counting down the weeks to vitality...seems like yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495272284517628210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TEMhBw64-TI/AAAAAAAAAlU/QWB4mVTnCHM/s400/DSCN1914.JPG" /&gt;The Triplet Train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I suppose we should start thinking about a birthday party...I am convinced if we just don't have one the triplets will never turn a year old, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495253159297673730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TEMPoh7H6gI/AAAAAAAAAlM/5lhmr1rLupE/s400/284.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Jevin...posing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a doctor's appointment yesterday. All the babies are well. All three are healthy, developing well. We did have a bit of a concern about Mia's right foot. Once she started pulling herself up and cruising, we noticed her foot turns out a bit. We didn't want to worry about it too much since she wasn't really walking yet, but of course it is still something that we needed to have looked at. Dr. Reyes says there is a bit of curvature in her foot/ankle, but the muscle tone in both legs is equal or good, and the foot is flexible so most likely not CP. We just have to wait and watch to see how she does once she starts walking/running, and possibly there will be a need for braces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495253135608180450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TEMPnJrG7uI/AAAAAAAAAk8/DXycEd_SHYk/s400/282.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My little angel....Yeah Right!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had been noticing Jevin bumping his head on the wall or the glass door over and over and over. My initial thought was "Ok! That is weird! What are you doing! Stop!" Why was he doing that? And he likes it... Weird! Then we are getting ready to leave yesterday and Deuce is bumping his head on the bathtub. Nice. Well, turns out it is nothing to worry about. Doc says it is soothing for them. Really? Okay. How about we just stick with the pacifier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495272294149012482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TEMhCUzMPAI/AAAAAAAAAlc/r771I76Phn8/s400/DSCN1873.JPG" /&gt;Deuce....hangin' out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia 15lb 7oz-----2%tile 26"------4%tile.......... Mia is tracking to be about 5'1" or 5'2"...little person! Poor things...non of them have any hope of being over 5'6" if you've ever met their parents...&lt;br /&gt;Deuce 18lb 3oz-----9%tile 27.5"--14%tile&lt;br /&gt;Jevin 19lb 8oz----24%tile 28.5"--45%tile &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495253127863257842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TEMPms0kyvI/AAAAAAAAAk0/dvLenST6Ofs/s400/2010-07-06+18.05.42.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ahh. This is sweet huh...they are sharing a blanky (Jevin isn't about to share his passy though)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;By the way...Stay at home mom...HARDEST job in the entire world!!! We will leave it at that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TEMC7MBfpTI/AAAAAAAAAks/DFiDT_PYyYI/s1600/DSCN1866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495239186185168178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TEMC7MBfpTI/AAAAAAAAAks/DFiDT_PYyYI/s200/DSCN1866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TEMC6XnV4MI/AAAAAAAAAkk/BxO_b7Ao9Fg/s1600/DSCN1918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495239172116832450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TEMC6XnV4MI/AAAAAAAAAkk/BxO_b7Ao9Fg/s200/DSCN1918.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TEMC5XqSyXI/AAAAAAAAAkc/v2Q4PqxyMSM/s1600/DSCN1880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495239154949343602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TEMC5XqSyXI/AAAAAAAAAkc/v2Q4PqxyMSM/s200/DSCN1880.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the things I deal with...Mia climbing on the bottom shelf of the changing table, Deuce rolling his walker up under Mia's high chair (don't ask...I don't know), and all three drinking from the dog bowl.... a day in my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-1932984326759279109?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/1932984326759279109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-lil-somethin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/1932984326759279109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/1932984326759279109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-lil-somethin.html' title='Just a lil&apos; somethin&apos;'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TEL7RXXkyCI/AAAAAAAAAkU/QEiEl-lOq18/s72-c/DSCN1987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-5199049311380263248</id><published>2010-06-19T08:38:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T00:04:07.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back by Popular Demand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486196184921471378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TCLiXPJY-ZI/AAAAAAAAAkE/4S6bGjIwZN0/s400/193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Allllmost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 9 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Months&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486188508144994642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TCLbYY7QCVI/AAAAAAAAAj0/LNAbpKKZnY8/s400/124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of my Faves!! Deuce on the left, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486188490026819090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TCLbXVbinhI/AAAAAAAAAjs/bADahiTaZJI/s400/221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... Can you tell? "It is MISS Mia! Thank You!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486181006523932706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TCLUjvNaoCI/AAAAAAAAAjk/08rqnXzylyo/s400/DSCN1831.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jev-J.T.-Jevin "chubby &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bubbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" Thompson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486180982133362946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TCLUiUWQEQI/AAAAAAAAAjc/GuCZNzuasQM/s400/DSCN1834.JPG" /&gt; Deuce Man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, my apologies! Been a long time! All is well though. The triplets are growing and getting out of control. Everyone is crawling. I thought I would love it, but turns out they are incredibly hard to keep up with. One is trying to climb the stairs, Mia is playing in the dog's water, one is stuck on the coffee table after pulling himself up and can't get down. Mommy runs to save all the babies, then one is banging my candles on the middle shelf of the entertainment center, one is whining to be picked up, and one pooped and needs a diaper change. Mommy to the rescue! Then one thinks they need to be held, Mia is steeling the other's toy that she had no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;interest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in until someone else was playing with it. Then she realizes Mommy is holding a baby and she needs to be held, then the third one needs to be held. All is calm. One wants down, he or she is having a good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' time, the next one notices all the fun the other is having and wants down. Next thing I know, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is pulling things off the side of the fridge. Mia is playing with the fireplace poker, and Deuce is ripping pages our of my school book. Minutes later, someone is pulling things off the coffee table, changing my TV channel and there is more poop &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wafting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; across the room from another baby, or maybe it is the same baby...whew!! This all most likely happened in 30 minutes. Is it nap time yet? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia has been a little ahead of the boys for the last few months development wise...she started &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Crawling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; first, pulling herself up first, cruising around the table first. She is getting really close to walking in the next month (maybe 2). Deuce followed a week or so behind Mia, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a week or so behind Deuce. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; still struggles a tiny bit to get down after he has pulled himself up, but developmentally, they have caught up to their gestational age. Deuce, however, was the first to sit up, and the first to get teeth. Mia was last to sit up by herself and still has no teeth. At least the boys have something they can tease Mia about. It will be well deserved too...she steals their bottles and toys all the time. Everything in the house that is "baby" is Mia's. She will drink half of her bottle, wait for the boys to find interest in something else, then she will crawl around and finish off &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; bottle. Then she will go back and finish hers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last doctor's appointment Stats: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mia: 14lb 8oz (1%tile) 25 1/2 in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Deuce: 17lb 4oz (9%tile) 27 1/4 in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: 18lb 9oz (25%tile) 28in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mia's head &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;circ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. was 23rd %tile, Deuce 50&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; %tile, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 69&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; %tile. Yikes! Dr. Reyes said this is good. Means they will have a growth spurt coming soon. (Please let them learn how to walk first!!). We will be required to move to big baby car seats before long. I don't know if you've lugged a 9 month old around in an infant car seat, but it can cause aches, pains, and fatigue! Then add two more to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy reading and enjoy the picks. Till fall... Joking...but it is quite possible I will go weeks and months before I post again, but in the near future, I will have plenty of time to blog given I will be a stay at home mom for (hopefully) a short period of time :)...I have recently been forced into the "actively seeking employment" club, along with the millions of other unfortunate, out of work Americans. Lovely! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486196197799056818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TCLiX_HpVbI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RxkTYgcABNw/s400/168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can Somebody invent me a gate that will fix this mess!!! (They travel in packs!) Tried the "normal gate". My fix...hand cuff them to the coffee table! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh Yeah...Keep the hair comments to yourself!!! The boys are going Lyle &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lovett&lt;/span&gt; style! It will get better! You think this is bad...I'll post a pic of my sis Melly at 9 months!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-5199049311380263248?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/5199049311380263248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-by-popular-demand.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/5199049311380263248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/5199049311380263248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-by-popular-demand.html' title='Back by Popular Demand'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/TCLiXPJY-ZI/AAAAAAAAAkE/4S6bGjIwZN0/s72-c/193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-2406165980836501503</id><published>2010-04-26T21:41:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:17:25.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Months...........mmmhh.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S9ew6DKWslI/AAAAAAAAAjU/e8MSF-O1R3M/s1600/DSCN1455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465031184165024338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S9ew6DKWslI/AAAAAAAAAjU/e8MSF-O1R3M/s320/DSCN1455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S9ese0z3I6I/AAAAAAAAAjE/XsYU8pHeUFA/s1600/DSCN1402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465026318409606050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S9ese0z3I6I/AAAAAAAAAjE/XsYU8pHeUFA/s320/DSCN1402.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S9ew5t_EcVI/AAAAAAAAAjM/zU0Kyv3kF7Y/s1600/DSCN1572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465031178480546130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S9ew5t_EcVI/AAAAAAAAAjM/zU0Kyv3kF7Y/s320/DSCN1572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S9eseU1VE3I/AAAAAAAAAi8/klAjOQb-C2g/s1600/DSCN1445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465026309825827698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S9eseU1VE3I/AAAAAAAAAi8/klAjOQb-C2g/s320/DSCN1445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; _______________________________Deuce, this is priceless... (he's rubbing his gums)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S9ekihh0XXI/AAAAAAAAAis/uVPj1q8-8BM/s1600/DSCN1582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465017585860107634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S9ekihh0XXI/AAAAAAAAAis/uVPj1q8-8BM/s320/DSCN1582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S9ekifNtU_I/AAAAAAAAAik/i4VHC3R31Zo/s1600/DSCN1578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465017585238889458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S9ekifNtU_I/AAAAAAAAAik/i4VHC3R31Zo/s320/DSCN1578.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Big girl...she is determined to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the triplets are 7 months old now. I have been thinking a lot lately about how I will miss the baby soon. In the last few weeks, since my last post, we have had teething, Slobber, snot, fever, excessive #2, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;schooching&lt;/span&gt; by one, rocking that could be some baby yoga move for all I know by the other, and full blown crawling from the third. Then add to that, psychotic fits of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;.......... I have briefly heard the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; here and there. For the first few days, the triplets refused to say it in my presence. I was convinced it was to prevent from hurting my feelings. It gives me comfort knowing they have no idea what the word means yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the rocking on all 4's started with Deuce. It turns out, Mia is our first crawler. It is so crazy! She is super tiny and it is almost funny looking to see her crawling. It is as if they are practicing these things when everyone else in the house goes to sleep&lt;em&gt;. Yesterday...no crawling...TODAY...crawling&lt;/em&gt;. From one day to the next they have learned a new skill! Deuce army crawls...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; just rocks back and forth. He can turn in circles, kinda pivot on his belly but he puts forth no more energy to move from his current location. Whatever he can reach in a 360 degree radius of his belly button is all he cares for. Mia on the other hand is EVERYWHERE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went through a few days of everyone trading low grade fevers and lots of fussing! A week later Deuce is our first little man with a tooth. Very cool huh! Mia and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; will be soon to follow. It is such &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;craziness&lt;/span&gt;, but so cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys' hair is getting out of control if you couldn't tell from the pics. Actually, these pics do their hair justice. Bath days...it's totally wild. Love their little curls!!! Mia is still borderline bald, grow already!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well stay tuned...my plan is to do a Jevin blog here by the end of the week, I have a before and after blog I have been intending to do for months...everyone MUST check out Deuce's tooth...so we will see how it works out...hopefully I will accomplish this by the middle of next week. Don't hold me to it though...I'm a busy woman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-2406165980836501503?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/2406165980836501503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/04/7-monthsmmmhh.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/2406165980836501503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/2406165980836501503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/04/7-monthsmmmhh.html' title='7 Months...........mmmhh.....'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S9ew6DKWslI/AAAAAAAAAjU/e8MSF-O1R3M/s72-c/DSCN1455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-1073656388156999335</id><published>2010-04-04T08:36:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T12:12:14.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Me To You:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S7i5MtQBnbI/AAAAAAAAAiE/VFH5WOTbCzA/s1600/DSCN1362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456314576515734962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S7i5MtQBnbI/AAAAAAAAAiE/VFH5WOTbCzA/s320/DSCN1362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S7jHZ3wHo3I/AAAAAAAAAic/HtnwiDiJAGQ/s1600/DSCN1363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456330195835790194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S7jHZ3wHo3I/AAAAAAAAAic/HtnwiDiJAGQ/s320/DSCN1363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a good look!  This is a rare moment...Deuce actually sticking his fingers in someone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;elses&lt;/span&gt; mouth...Usually &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; fingers go in his...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S7i229wTvPI/AAAAAAAAAh8/UouO68RHGIU/s1600/DSCN1360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456312003965730034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S7i229wTvPI/AAAAAAAAAh8/UouO68RHGIU/s320/DSCN1360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S7izvMpi5vI/AAAAAAAAAh0/A4S5PlkXQ-Q/s1600/DSCN1326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456308571990058738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S7izvMpi5vI/AAAAAAAAAh0/A4S5PlkXQ-Q/s320/DSCN1326.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; thinks it's funny too!! .......................................Deuce &amp;amp; Mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S7ivoAq_3fI/AAAAAAAAAhs/xMdKe6jO3So/s1600/DSCN1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456304050469330418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S7ivoAq_3fI/AAAAAAAAAhs/xMdKe6jO3So/s320/DSCN1316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S7jC8iYVm7I/AAAAAAAAAiU/_fmKL3gCTiQ/s1600/DSCN1340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456325293836180402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S7jC8iYVm7I/AAAAAAAAAiU/_fmKL3gCTiQ/s320/DSCN1340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deuce &amp;amp; Mia again........................................................What do ya know?  The princess smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S7ivoAq_3fI/AAAAAAAAAhs/xMdKe6jO3So/s1600/DSCN1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S7ivoAq_3fI/AAAAAAAAAhs/xMdKe6jO3So/s1600/DSCN1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-1073656388156999335?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/1073656388156999335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/04/from-me-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/1073656388156999335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/1073656388156999335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/04/from-me-to-you.html' title='From Me To You:'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S7i5MtQBnbI/AAAAAAAAAiE/VFH5WOTbCzA/s72-c/DSCN1362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-7947567679190332710</id><published>2010-04-03T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T23:28:54.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pandemics, milestones, and hypothetical gluttony...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so yes, a super long time since my last post! I have to tell you, just when I think my plate is full, I get stuck with a second serving! Not only do I have 6 month old triplets, I have a full time job, attend college (online), and I now have to become licensed to service real estate accounts, which consists of logging a minimum of 20 hours in an online course and passing a federal exam, if I want to keep my full time job that is. THEN, as if this isn't enough, my class in college is statistics. So, I was hopeful, just make it through statistics and my life will be easier...uh NO! Now I have statistics II. You have got to be kidding me!! All the while, there is a pandemic running ramped in the Thompson household! Yeah...I promise for everyone that enjoys reading this blog, I love doing the blog and really Really REALLY intend to keep up to date better...its just not working out that way right now. Be patient, I will get it together soon...maybe after Stats II. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned the pandemic. Literally, it is like a miniature pandemic. I started with Deuce a month or so ago. I thought we had made it through that one without Mia and Jevin contracting the heavy wheezing. And maybe we did, but about two weeks ago Jevin starts wheezing. Mia has a cough. Ok, no big deal...I can do this! Hook Jevin up with a few nebulizer treatments a few times a day or when needed. No temperatures, so we're still ok right? Right. Within a few days Mia and Jevin are waking up with dried snot on every stinking inch of their precious little faces. Wonderful! Runny noses and buggers to add to Jevin's wheezing &amp;amp; Mia's sad little cough. A few days later...a temperature!!!! My initial thought, "This better NOT be R.S.V. or I will be sending a chain of hate mail to my insurance company!" So off to Dr. Reyes'. Like Deuce, R.S.V. is negative, but surprise!! Jevin has bronchiolitis AND an ear infection with a virus that has R.S.V. like symptoms. Mia has the R.S.V. wanna be virus, but all else is well. So once again, off to the pharmacy for obscene amounts of medication. Brookshire’s should give us a customer loyalty card specifically for the pharmacy. So as if this isn't enough...the very next day Deuce has a flippin' runny nose. So now, we have breathing treatments every 3 hours for Jevin, amoxicillin twice a day, and the three of them taking Pediatex every 3 hours. Like seriously, I already have a hard enough time remembering when it is time for them to eat again, or if I had changed their pamper the last time I fed them. I visualized a vicious circle of illness for who know's how long.&amp;nbsp; I thought, "Watch us have to deal with this until they are 2..."&lt;br /&gt;.....so please understand, I love doing the blog, I just can't always get to it as often as I would like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the cool stuff! Yes, I did say 6 month old triplets. So right now, I am ok with saying 6th month old triplets, but I am having a little tiny bit of denial about saying 7 month old triplets...I am really ticked at father time right about now. He is stealing my babies from me! 6 months ok...7 months...I don't know. Just say it...say it out loud...there is a big difference between 6 and 7 months right!? Well, they are just doing so awesome developmentally. I am simply amazed every day. The boys are about 4 hours from sitting all by themselves. Both of them have been up on their knees and elbows rocking, so crawling is right around the corner. Mia, I caught her up on all 4's yesterday, and I got excited and scared her a tad so she belly flopped and I haven't seen her do it since. All of them do well holding their bottles. The boys need a little bit more practice to get it down. They mostly hold it with their knuckles instead of open handed. Mia and sitting? Yeah, probably not...we are convinced she will walk before she can sit. She would just rather stand up. She is also just becoming a different little baby. She does still think she is the boss of everyone, and if you don't do what she wants you to do, when she wants you to do it, she won't hesitate to let you know, but she has definitely calmed down quite a bit. She smiles more and likes it. She is more goo-goo-ga-ga'y. Whew!...She is a prefect example of why I hoped I wouldn't have 3 girls, but I wouldn't trade her for the world. They do awesome with tummy time and can entertain them selves for quite a while. They love their little (boring) toys. Jevin loves to hear himself "talk". It is cute for now, but I total picture myself telling him one day at 3 or 5 or something, "Just STOP talking, just be quite." He is also my best giggler to date. I love the baby giggle! Deuce giggles pretty well too, and Mia...not really a giggle, more like a scream. Can't wait to hear her little giggle... Deuce has found his feet, and with his obsesive thumb sucking has commenced to stretching the toe of his sock to his mouth while he sucks his thumb.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think that is most of what I can remember over the last month.&amp;nbsp; I will have pictures posted Sunday...good night!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-7947567679190332710?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/7947567679190332710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/04/pandemics-milestones-and-hypothetical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/7947567679190332710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/7947567679190332710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/04/pandemics-milestones-and-hypothetical.html' title='Pandemics, milestones, and hypothetical gluttony...'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-1265704201231815762</id><published>2010-03-11T23:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:14:43.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the Babies!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so not about my babies at all really.&amp;nbsp; Just a quick post because I was looking at a friend of mine's blog and she had a little widget supporting March of Dimes, so I posted it here on my page.&amp;nbsp;Super cool too!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Those are her babies on MY widget!!&amp;nbsp;If you are not aware of what March of Dimes does for little tiny &lt;strong&gt;TINY&lt;/strong&gt; babies, check out March of Dimes web site.&amp;nbsp; They are a great organization that works to ensure that parents like Brett and Heather can hug their little babies every single day.&amp;nbsp; They work to save the lives of preemie babies.&amp;nbsp; While Marcus and I are incredibly blessed, so many parents are not as lucky as we have been, and we quite easily could have experienced the many of heart aches many parents experience with giving birth before a baby can survive without the help of medical technology.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My company participates in raising money for March of Dimes every March through May, and it is something that my staff and I are get excited about.&amp;nbsp; So, outside of the company, help my friend Heather meet her goal!&amp;nbsp; While I don't have all&amp;nbsp; that many followers, anything you can give will be of great help.&amp;nbsp; Also, check out the &lt;a href="http://www.coxquads.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cox Quad's Blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Can you beleive she lives about 5 houses down from us??? DON'T MOVE TO OUR TOWN...or do it at your own risk, I don't care!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-1265704201231815762?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/1265704201231815762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/03/save-babies.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/1265704201231815762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/1265704201231815762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/03/save-babies.html' title='Save the Babies!!!'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-6591431710302243919</id><published>2010-03-08T19:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T19:52:51.772-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"My name is Mia..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S5WZuQayJfI/AAAAAAAAAgU/5EP6hs6lDmU/s1600-h/DSCN1230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S5WZuQayJfI/AAAAAAAAAgU/5EP6hs6lDmU/s200/DSCN1230.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S5RzaD0sMkI/AAAAAAAAAfs/-HYfyC_9rcY/s1600-h/DSCN1072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S5RzaD0sMkI/AAAAAAAAAfs/-HYfyC_9rcY/s200/DSCN1072.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S5R221gmrfI/AAAAAAAAAf8/BBMUxZKuj7A/s1600-h/DSCN1213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S5R221gmrfI/AAAAAAAAAf8/BBMUxZKuj7A/s200/DSCN1213.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S5R1McwpRqI/AAAAAAAAAf0/tWLABWZCtxc/s1600-h/DSCN1212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S5R1McwpRqI/AAAAAAAAAf0/tWLABWZCtxc/s200/DSCN1212.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S5Wi-4rokoI/AAAAAAAAAgk/sEhybunC7HM/s1600-h/064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S5Wi-4rokoI/AAAAAAAAAgk/sEhybunC7HM/s200/064.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S5RxnuWU__I/AAAAAAAAAfk/eIfWzdiJRvw/s1600-h/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S5RxnuWU__I/AAAAAAAAAfk/eIfWzdiJRvw/s200/002.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been wanting to do this post for a month or so now, and since I go back to work tomorrow, I better do it today, or it might be another month. As I have been going through pics when I do post to the blog, Mia always has the funniest faces. I am posting a few of the pictures that make me smile inside and out. &amp;nbsp;Lately she has been doing this funny bodily function sound with her mouth and she can do it for a long time.&amp;nbsp; It is the funniest thing.&amp;nbsp; She can keep herself so occupied with just the noise she makes with her lips.&amp;nbsp; She will probably be our little cute tom-boy girl that makes fart sounds with her arm pits and has belching contests with all the little boys. She is wonderfully crazy. Love love love her!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Can anyone figure out what is different about Miss Mia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S5R4puzE6kI/AAAAAAAAAgE/KU7RnL_6XKo/s1600/DSCN1217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S5R4puzE6kI/AAAAAAAAAgE/KU7RnL_6XKo/s200/DSCN1217.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-6591431710302243919?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/6591431710302243919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-name-is-mia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/6591431710302243919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/6591431710302243919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-name-is-mia.html' title='&quot;My name is Mia...&quot;'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S5WZuQayJfI/AAAAAAAAAgU/5EP6hs6lDmU/s72-c/DSCN1230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-7074760992912115333</id><published>2010-03-05T10:58:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T21:52:50.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We are 5 months Old!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S5Fruzw6lBI/AAAAAAAAAfU/UMtsFAfxaQA/s1600-h/DSCN1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445251876381168658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S5Fruzw6lBI/AAAAAAAAAfU/UMtsFAfxaQA/s400/DSCN1162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it is nap time in the Thompson house, and I thought I would take advantage of the uninterrupted time to post a quick blog and a few pics. I should probably be doing homework, but ... well, just but... Can you believe the babies are almost 1/2 a year old!?!? I sure can't. Time is passing so quickly. It makes you sit and think about how they will be in high school before we know it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445238628303913890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S5Ffrq1KQ6I/AAAAAAAAAfE/ndRyzl2oni4/s400/DSCN1105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several new things, the babies started cereal and stage 1 foods. That was exciting. Mia the tiny diva eats like crazy! As soon as the spoon starts to get to her mouth, her little lips are already chomping away. Most of what is on the spoon ends up on her face. She will also let you know you are moving too slow. Jevin did well in the beginning. It took a few bites before he decided he would cooperate. Now he does pretty good. Deuce on the other hand...he would gag with every bite. He was not having it! I don't quite understand. I know pureed peaches are not the tastiest, but if you have tasted Enfamil...water even tastes better! So, after about a week Deuce started getting the hang of it. Still puts up a little fuss every now and again, but they are all munching down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445235106776577362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S5FcesHndVI/AAAAAAAAAe8/wC-p53fiooo/s400/DSCN1239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are all rolling belly-to-back and back-to-belly. They are reaching, grabbing, and passing toys from hand to hand pretty well. Jevin can sit pretty steady while propping himself with his hands. It won't be long before he can do it all by himself. Mia has almost perfected holding her own bottle. She can pull it out and put it back, but she still will forget and drop it. The boys are getting there. Deuce more so than Jevin, but it will come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445241992522028530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S5FivfhQ1fI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7ZUkonFSChI/s400/DSCN1144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bedtime has become a breeze. For so long we would feed them around 7:30 or 8:00 PM then rock each one to sleep. One Sunday I told Marcus, "You know, as long as we keep doing this, we will keep doing this forever." So mid February we started putting them down after their bottle. A little drowsy, but not always. The first couple of nights, they had some trouble with it. Deuce not so much since he had found his thumb, and Jevin seemed to struggle with it the most, but after about 3 nights, very minimal fussing. Now days, no fussing. It is in the top 5 things that have happened over the last 12 months! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 Finding out we were having "&lt;strong&gt;A"&lt;/strong&gt; baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2 Having 3 babies (their arrival). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 Sleeping though the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4 Going to sleepy-by all by themselves! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and I could though making it to 34 weeks and 4 days with no complications in there somewhere, but it's a toss up between sleeping though the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exactly 365 days ago, we had our first sono and found out we were having 3 little babies!! Crazy, Crazy, Crazy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-7074760992912115333?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/7074760992912115333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-are-5-months-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/7074760992912115333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/7074760992912115333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-are-5-months-old.html' title='We are 5 months Old!!!'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S5Fruzw6lBI/AAAAAAAAAfU/UMtsFAfxaQA/s72-c/DSCN1162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-1835642227500359097</id><published>2010-02-16T21:01:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:49:21.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Deuce, The Thumb Sucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S3tsMOXxeHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ljR27_6TIgA/s1600-h/DSCN1061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439059932252043378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S3tsMOXxeHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ljR27_6TIgA/s200/DSCN1061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S3tycsy4NCI/AAAAAAAAAes/NNFu8WCxA4Q/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439066812366468130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S3tycsy4NCI/AAAAAAAAAes/NNFu8WCxA4Q/s200/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S3tycQJ3khI/AAAAAAAAAek/CF_p-zq9lrk/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439066804678267410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S3tycQJ3khI/AAAAAAAAAek/CF_p-zq9lrk/s200/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S3tyb2AlhCI/AAAAAAAAAec/XXutC8bJBGA/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439066797660013602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S3tyb2AlhCI/AAAAAAAAAec/XXutC8bJBGA/s200/041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S3tsLSynbHI/AAAAAAAAAeE/8ew6utgpdhc/s1600-h/DSCN1021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439059916258503794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S3tsLSynbHI/AAAAAAAAAeE/8ew6utgpdhc/s200/DSCN1021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S3tsL8uJVtI/AAAAAAAAAeM/AFVSbU_LSTc/s1600-h/DSCN1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439059927514044114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S3tsL8uJVtI/AAAAAAAAAeM/AFVSbU_LSTc/s200/DSCN1028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have been collecting these cute little photos of my middle man Deuce. I swear he is psychotic about his thumb! He sucks it while drinking a bottle. He sucks his thumb through a burp cloth. If his thumb grazes his little mouth he sucks it. He sucks his brother's thumb (who by the way just can't figure it out for himself...). He would probably suck your thumb if you let him. I don't know what has gotten into him. Although I was a little weary of him being a thumb sucker, it is do dang cute! It is also a HUGE help in pacifying him. Some mornings I go in to get him from his crib 2 or 3 times, and by the time I get to his room he has put himself back to sleep. Crazy little Deuce man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-1835642227500359097?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/1835642227500359097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/02/deuce-thumb-sucker.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/1835642227500359097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/1835642227500359097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/02/deuce-thumb-sucker.html' title='Deuce, The Thumb Sucker'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S3tsMOXxeHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ljR27_6TIgA/s72-c/DSCN1061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-6586987457804726978</id><published>2010-02-13T21:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T23:23:23.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shopped?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S3eE9kaz-9I/AAAAAAAAAdk/HJGV5yAnnqM/s1600-h/p10206ta103011_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437957938630869186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S3eB7wObwMI/AAAAAAAAAc8/JbZXHUFiQyk/s400/p10206ta103011_28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437957943634559826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S3eB8C3aA1I/AAAAAAAAAdE/pk6L3V6EdlU/s400/p10206ta103011_34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what I expected to get the whole session...Still cute though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437959583428425426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S3eDbfkuttI/AAAAAAAAAdU/vTchh7GCYTE/s400/p10206ta103011_42_0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S3eDbv-JQDI/AAAAAAAAAdc/8DcuoIiSrG8/s1600-h/p10206ta103011_46_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437959587829989426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S3eDbv-JQDI/AAAAAAAAAdc/8DcuoIiSrG8/s400/p10206ta103011_46_0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S3eDbDAK-0I/AAAAAAAAAdM/HF9lHGXktVo/s1600-h/p10206ta103011_40_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437959575758895938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S3eDbDAK-0I/AAAAAAAAAdM/HF9lHGXktVo/s400/p10206ta103011_40_0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How 'bout them "enhancements"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we did family pictures this last week...Good news is the babies did fairly well...the photographer, not so well. We went to the photo studio at Super Walmart expecting to get some little photo package like we would get in grade school, you know like the 1-8x10, 4-5x7, and 196-wallets for $38. Really we didn't expect the session to be all that productive with three 4 1/2 month old's so we didn't plan to pay a lot. The longer I sit and analyze the experience, the more I go through the photos we did get, the more I sit and feel we were ripped off. Hmmmm. Yes...I said Super Walmart, and maybe my expectations were a little too high...but I have to say, not even worth $38. For the price we did pay we could have went somewhere much more professional, and with photogs willing to have a little more patients with getting a good shot. Then the &lt;em&gt;effects...&lt;/em&gt;are you kidding me! After our photog in training, exceptional customer service, and professionalism, three other germ infested, bacteria carrying, unsupervised, and poorly disciplined animals show up hovering dangerously close to the triplets.  Anyway. I have posted a few...judge for yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids are doing well. Deuce seems to be getting well. We did have a Dr. Appointment scheduled for the 12th, but the Dr's office called and said to not worry about it. He would check Deuces's ears on Wednesday at our well baby check up. Plus we had like 6 feet of snow when we woke up Friday. He still has some wheezing and is doing 2 or so breathing treatments on a daily basis, but he appears to be improving. Thank goodness neither of the other 2 have come down with it as of yet. Sure don't want to have to keep refilling the nebulizer meds...I have no idea what our insurance is up to, but they have lost their minds...changing things up... Well enjoy the pics...till later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-6586987457804726978?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/6586987457804726978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/02/photo-shopped.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/6586987457804726978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/6586987457804726978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/02/photo-shopped.html' title='Photo Shopped?'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S3eB7wObwMI/AAAAAAAAAc8/JbZXHUFiQyk/s72-c/p10206ta103011_28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-3327006876064579167</id><published>2010-02-02T21:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:18:12.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Deuce!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S2umUUHOetI/AAAAAAAAAcs/eZWlIKh7q2A/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434620243279248082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S2umUUHOetI/AAAAAAAAAcs/eZWlIKh7q2A/s400/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So yes, similar to their pacifiers when they were 2 weeks old, the mask is about as big as his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S2umTrQwh-I/AAAAAAAAAcc/tbOovrDVx9A/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434620232313374690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S2umTrQwh-I/AAAAAAAAAcc/tbOovrDVx9A/s400/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434623454889166418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S2upPQSsxlI/AAAAAAAAAc0/J1pEQttPhvw/s400/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;See, you would never know the poor little guy whistled with every breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~~~Written 2/2/10~~~We had to take Deuce into the doctor yesterday. He has had a cough for a few days and started wheezing Saturday. Oddly enough you would never know he was sick if he didn't have the cough and wheezing. He has been a happy, smiley boy. Then Sunday when I was giving him a bath and getting him dressed, I found a red bump under his little baby armpit about the size of a pea. GREAT! So after a few hours of playing phone tag with Dr. Reyes' nurse, I finally texted Dr. Reyes and he responds saying he is concerned it might be RSV. So, I worry all day, and stew over the fact our insurance decided out little babies didn't need Synagis shots. Oh Lord! If little Deuce man has RSV!!!! But good news is his RSV test was negative. Turns out he has Bronchiolitis. :( So he was given a nebulizer and some meds. He was given a breathing treatment at the doctor's office and his wheezing was completely gone. He has to do the breathing treatment every 4 hours or so as needed for cough and wheezing. Surprisingly enough he doesn't too much mind the little mask, although he doesn't have the patients to really sit through the whole thing and began to squirm a bit at the end. We caught a picture of him holding his own mask...what a big boy...he doesn't know what he is doing, but Marcus taught him how to hold his pacifier in his mouth with his hands so I am sure that is what he relates it to. The bump under his arm appears to be a hemangionoma (probably spelled that WRONG!) and it will go away by 9 months. They will look at it again at our next appointment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~~~Written 2/4/10~~~Well, we took Deuce in yesterday for a follow up to see how he was doing. His bronchiolitis has improve some, but we found out he know has an ear infection. Nice!!! Despite all his ailments, he is still a happy laid back little man. Not fussy what so ever. What a Tough little guy! So back to the doctor in 10 days to make sure the antibiotics have cured his ear infection. Then we have our well baby visit the 17th. Whew, a month full of doctor visits! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-3327006876064579167?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/3327006876064579167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/02/poor-deuce.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/3327006876064579167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/3327006876064579167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/02/poor-deuce.html' title='Poor Deuce!'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S2umUUHOetI/AAAAAAAAAcs/eZWlIKh7q2A/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-5135156105862196197</id><published>2010-01-31T21:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:22:25.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi! Remember me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S2bZHa3QOZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/eWEZos5BMCQ/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433268721962465682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S2bZHa3QOZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/eWEZos5BMCQ/s400/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The triplets in their authentic Japanese baby kimonos courtesy of Sumitomo. Thank you Tomita-San, Tsuji-San, Yo-Yo-San, Shinji-San, and anyone else from Sumitomo who participated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S2bZG0ucCQI/AAAAAAAAAcM/EQQwtJER6ow/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433268711724943618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S2bZG0ucCQI/AAAAAAAAAcM/EQQwtJER6ow/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love this pic! Mia's face is priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S2bZGg7A5eI/AAAAAAAAAcE/KZMNhdVcxBM/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433268706408981986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S2bZGg7A5eI/AAAAAAAAAcE/KZMNhdVcxBM/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mia's I am too sexy for myself pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S2ZfiNr-agI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ShHZTZDSAmM/s1600-h/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433135041863379458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S2ZfiNr-agI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ShHZTZDSAmM/s400/100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 4 month old photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S2Zfh19U4lI/AAAAAAAAAb0/NbaH50K_IuU/s1600-h/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433135035493704274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S2Zfh19U4lI/AAAAAAAAAb0/NbaH50K_IuU/s400/085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S2Zfhf7sJbI/AAAAAAAAAbs/kioi7P24hXQ/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433135029581260210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S2Zfhf7sJbI/AAAAAAAAAbs/kioi7P24hXQ/s400/066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love their little serious faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hi everyone! It's me...Kim...Trio Momma...Too many dang babies Momma...whatever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Remember me? Yeah...Not sure I remember myself sometimes. Today probably isn't the best day for me to blog, it wasn't one of the best I have had, but I owe ya'll some pics. I started to post earlier today around oohhh...3ish. NOPE! Got Momma baby drama! So now, it is approximately 9:40 PM, and it took me 30 minutes to decide I would go ahead and post. I know if I don't do it today, I probably won't do it until next weekend. Deuce and Mia had a day today. I tell you! First part of the day went pretty pretty good. About 2:00...natural disaster in the Thompson household. You know its one of those days when the baby that has been screaming her face off for what seems like EVER, stops crying to watch you cry. Uggh!!! I hate to admit that, but I am sure Mom's with one baby have momentary melt downs every now and again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So lets see...new stuff...Everyone is rolling belly to back now. Deuce started about a week ago so needless to say he rolls himself over in the middle of the night and wakes himself 2 or 3 times. (Yesssssss, I do put them to sleep on their bellies despite allllll the instructions not to. Sorry, I just beleive too much stuff is passed off on SIDS, and that is all I will say. I don't want to debate belly sleeping, just my personal opinion/preference. Not to say that nurses and doctors are wrong, or parents that do follow the rules are either, it has just worked for me this way. Sorry) So, Deuce fusses. I thought him being a thumb sucker was going to change my life...uhh NO. Jevin has been trying really hard for a while to suck his thumb, but he tucks it like the letter "n" in sign language. I told Marcus, it doesn't matter if he finds his thumb or not at this point, as soon as he learn how to roll belly to back, it's all over anyway. Well he rolls belly to back as of Saturday. : What else??? They coo and talk like crazy, they are almost giggling for real real now. They love TV. Mia loves to be naked. They slobber on everything and everyone. Mia might hold her own bottle very soon. I don't want to jump the gun, but she seems to know how to hold it, pull it out, put it back...her hands just look a little funny and she moves them around too much. Every now and then she just spontaneously lets go as if she has no idea she is holding the bottle. I don't know... Umm. Tummy time is going good. They all do well. We have a couple of bumbo seats they sit in quite a bit. Sometimes in the morning I will sit Mia in the bumbo and put her on the bathroom counter while I am getting ready. She loves to look at herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-5135156105862196197?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/5135156105862196197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/01/hi-remember-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/5135156105862196197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/5135156105862196197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/01/hi-remember-me.html' title='Hi! Remember me?'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/S2bZHa3QOZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/eWEZos5BMCQ/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-5083885044668327289</id><published>2010-01-12T21:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:18:00.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just stuff</title><content type='html'>Hello all. Sorry, I don't have pics to post...well I could post pics, but I am going to opt out this time. For one, I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; tired and don't feel like waiting for "blogger" to think. For some reason, It takes forever to post pics the last few times. Just thought I would let everyone know, things are moving right along in triplet land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The babies are getting more fun by the day. Mia seems to be calming her attitude a bit. She is much more smiley now days, as are the boys. They seem to smile most when you are slightly perturbed...4 in the morning, 10 at night (when you just want to go to sleep), and so on. The boys have started trying to suck their fingers off. Deuce is a full &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fledged&lt;/span&gt; thumb sucker now. You could look at this in a good and bad way. I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;prefer&lt;/span&gt; that they didn't become thumb suckers, but at the same time it means he might be able to start soothing himself at 2:30am. I have pictures by the way...I will post them as soon as I can get time or should I say strength. As most have read already, after 3 months of musical pacifiers, diaper assembly lines, and many many hours of baby talk, I have returned to work. Time is precious...I see the babies all of 3-4 waking hours a day. Out of these 3-4 hours, we sometimes get a full hour of tag team fussing, but sometimes not. They sometimes decide they have all of the sudden forgotten how to sleep through the night like they have been the last 2 weeks or so. Then again it is not sleeping sleeping through the night. They go to bed between 8 and 9pm and usually wake (if we are really lucky) at about 5 AM.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;, maybe 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;. They do occasionally wake in the night, but not for feeding. But everything is going well. Everyday is something new, cute, and exciting. The boys are about a week away from needing size 2 diapers. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; might skip size 2 all together (he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; chunky/heavy!) Mia will be moving to size 1 once we run out of newborn (Finally growing out of something). Can you believe she is nearly 4 months old and still wearing NB diapers? Heck, she probably has a good 2 weeks left before she is grown out of 0-3mo cloths. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; cries when he finishes a 5oz bottle and has been drinking 6-7oz easily. I don't know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to 5oz, but he completely skipped it. He quite possibly might be considered obese at this point. They coo up a storm...the "experts" say they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; giggle soon. I can't wait! Overall, we are rolling with the punches. They are much fun and incredibly precious (except @ 2-3am...so NOT precious! You see, I am way over the up all night thing. Especially since I know they are capable of sleeping 7-9 hours straight.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-5083885044668327289?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/5083885044668327289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-stuff.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/5083885044668327289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/5083885044668327289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-stuff.html' title='Just stuff'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-8798263019182860041</id><published>2010-01-01T16:35:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T08:16:23.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sz9LuSkisCI/AAAAAAAAAbM/XQm45qUiAa8/s1600-h/Triple+Xmas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422135735008538658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sz9LuSkisCI/AAAAAAAAAbM/XQm45qUiAa8/s400/Triple+Xmas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422124783539965602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sz9Bw1K9zqI/AAAAAAAAAa8/KPbnxzXqDW8/s400/Triple+Xmas+hats.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the progression of photos...we are all doing... ok. Jevin is starting to have a small melt down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sz7fYtaZQ7I/AAAAAAAAAak/wMgbP49CZPw/s1600-h/DSCN0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422016617000813490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sz7fYtaZQ7I/AAAAAAAAAak/wMgbP49CZPw/s400/DSCN0718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Jevin's still having a hard time, Mia decides she isn't too happy and punches Deuce in the face...Yes, I should have done a bigger box, but I underestimated the size of my little people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422016625704265122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sz7fZN1dZaI/AAAAAAAAAas/8EMAYgjYm4s/s400/DSCN0719.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Yep...Picture taking time is over...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422124781692585842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sz9BwuShB3I/AAAAAAAAAa0/N7UmGaDcRgY/s400/Mia+santa.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The many faces of Mia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sz7bRm9XUrI/AAAAAAAAAac/EmleRgqsrd0/s1600-h/Boys+Xmas+hats+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422012096962843314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sz7bRm9XUrI/AAAAAAAAAac/EmleRgqsrd0/s400/Boys+Xmas+hats+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sz7bRIQDYlI/AAAAAAAAAaU/FEU5tewhCYg/s1600-h/Boys+Xmas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422012088719729234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sz7bRIQDYlI/AAAAAAAAAaU/FEU5tewhCYg/s400/Boys+Xmas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No New Years pics just yet. I am just getting to post the Christmas pictures we took a week ago. I came to the conclusion any pictures I want with all three of them will probably be dysfunctional. I have posted the best I could get. The pics worked out well with just the boys, then later in the evening, Mia decided she would let me get some pics of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So....I went back to work on the 21st. That was a hard hard day. I did well, but everyone wanted to keep asking if it was hard to leave the babies. I would have to hold back. I didn't want to cry, but I made it through the day pretty well. After 2 weeks it is still hard to leave sometimes. I miss them like crazy during the day. I just hope they are all still awake when I get home in the evenings so I can hold them, or feed them, or rock them, or talk to them, or really so they can see me... I have this weird fear they will forget who I am...they were just starting to love me. I have always been very business focused, career focused, financially focused, whatever you want to call it. I have never, never, ever, never, ever saw my self has a stay at home mom, but now that I have them, I could totally be the stay at home soccer mom with the minivan, and sometimes, very much so, wish I was. At the same time it is nice to have other interaction in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So everything is well. The kids are changing so much. I left for work Monday, Mia was the only baby cooing and talking up a storm, I come home and Jevin is talking too. Except Jevin's talking is a cross between crying and talking. He kinda whines when he talks. It is so cute! and the shape his little mouth forms when he is making little sounds is so so so adorable. Makes me giggle every time. Deuce, I know he can coo, but he has decided he will not talk to Mommy. Mia is finally starting to grow out of things besides preemie clothes (the last thing she grew out of). She might be moving to 3-6months soon. The boys, on the other hand have been in 3-6mo for a while and it seems they might be in 6-9mo by the end of January possibly. They have all found their hands. They are constantly grasping one hand with the other and trying to suck their fingers off. Also cute! &lt;strong&gt;And the best news of all&lt;/strong&gt;, for the last 3 nights they have ALL slept through the night. They go down about 9pm and sleep until 5:30-6:30. How they all decided to do this on the exact same night is beyond me...Well actually, Jevin probably could have been sleeping through the night for longer, but out of fear of being up all night, every night, I would wake them all to eat each time one of them would wake up. Maybe one or two nights before this miracle happened, Jevin slept through the night. And one or two of them might fuss in the middle of the night, but if we just give them their pacifier, they go back to sleep. Waking to walk to the other room for 1 1/2 minutes is MUCH better then waking for an hour to change, feed, and rock back to sleep. Lets see...what else? I think that's about it for new stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the old stuff...as I have mentioned previously, I still have a hard time grasping the reality of my life. Tonight, I was rocking Miss Mia. She was incredibly angelic in her slumber. Her little hand would occasionally rub back and forth just below my shoulder as if she was caressing me, so happy I am her mommy. Her little face so beautiful and precious. Looking at her, I once again just thought to myself, at one time I wasn't sure when we would have one little person to hold, let alone three. I told Marcus, I sometimes think those around me are much more in touch with the reality of my life with children then I am. I still, after 3 months, find myself thinking, "Wow! I get to keep these cool little people!" They bring you so many emotions. Of course, don't think it is all roses everyday, all day. There are moments, even days where you feel, at any moment, you might loose your sanity, but something they do to you, makes you forget all about the craziness they bring sometimes. I am telling one of my kids at least every other day, "Don't smile at me...I am trying to be mad at you!" So they smile and then what? Ugh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well all...that's it for now. Happy New Year, hope everyone's Holidays were filled with Joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-8798263019182860041?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/8798263019182860041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/8798263019182860041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/8798263019182860041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sz9LuSkisCI/AAAAAAAAAbM/XQm45qUiAa8/s72-c/Triple+Xmas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-1648288018203670150</id><published>2009-12-16T13:08:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T04:01:53.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416072261194402930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SynBBqZWzHI/AAAAAAAAAaE/bw88GA-0wYc/s400/2009-12-16+12.57.06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I don't remember where we got this little outfit, but she is super cute in it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SynBB7U-W2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/gBWlqADyg-Y/s1600-h/DSCN0661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416072265739426658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SynBB7U-W2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/gBWlqADyg-Y/s400/DSCN0661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416072256617268146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SynBBZWFQ7I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/FpFIXv7m0BM/s400/DSCN0656.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We thought the boys looked totally cute in their hats so we had to take a picture. Plus, this might be the first and last time they will be able to wear these outfits :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know! What the heck? 2 posts in 2 days! Well, the one from yesterday, I started Monday so it has Monday's date, but again, I was having problems uploading my photos so it took me 2 days to finish it. And how about a little interactive fun??? Can you all guess who is who on the boys? At the doctor's today, you have to strip them down to their diapers, and I almost couldn't tell who was who. I told Marcus it would be messed up ,we bring them to the doctor, and mix them up. Then one would be known as the other the rest of their lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr. appointment today. Everything is awesome with the triplets. I wanted to give an update on their growth. Preemies....yeah right! You would never have known. We are just so blessed. I am thankful everyday for the blessing we received. The boys are for sure for sure developmentally where they should be for a 3 month old, not adjusted or anything. Usually, what happens when you have a baby that is born early, they are behind a full term baby by the number of weeks they were early. In my case, the triplets were born at 34 weeks (6 weeks early). They would be about 6 weeks behind a full term baby of 3months old. Mia is just a tad behind the boys. The boys have been smiling at us for a few weeks now. Mia just started smiling back at us about a week ago. My take on that is she has just been way to busy trying to keep up here bad attitude (can't let anyone think she is a sweet little baby girl). She is probably smarter then we think. The boys will be changed to regular baby formula in about 2 weeks. Right now they are all on a special formula that is higher in calories. Mia will remain on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Neosure&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Enfacare&lt;/span&gt; until our next doctor's appointment in February. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; 12lb. 6.5oz = 38%tile and 22 inches long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deuce 11lb. 5oz = 17%tile and 21 inches long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mia 9lb. .05oz = 3%tile and 20.5 inches long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They all got shots today. You would have thought I got shots. It just hurts my heart to see their little sad faces and hear their cries. So not a funny joke on them. Don't you feel like they are so betrayed? They don't even know they are going to be stuck in the leg like that! I am not sure I will ever get used to this shot thing. Then to think when they finally figure out what is causing them so much pain, you have to hold them down for their shots. I think I will send Daddy by himself to those when it comes time. And yeah, Mia likes baby Tylenol. She was too funny today. She was trying to boss the nurse around. The nurse was giving her her Tylenol. She gave her a little bit and pulled away to give her time to swallow it. Within 2 seconds Mia makes this little noise, looking the nurse in her eyes, like "Okay! Done! You're taking too long! Give me the rest!" I can't really explain it in writing but if I could it would sound something like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MMmmt&lt;/span&gt;!" Then, when Marcus and I were on our way home we were talking about her bossing the nurse, and she makes the sound again. Too funny! Like she was trying to show us how she was the boss of the nurse "I told the nurse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MMmmt&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt; the joy they bring you, the laughs they give you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-1648288018203670150?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/1648288018203670150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/12/quick-update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/1648288018203670150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/1648288018203670150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/12/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SynBBqZWzHI/AAAAAAAAAaE/bw88GA-0wYc/s72-c/2009-12-16+12.57.06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-6775248621008149751</id><published>2009-12-14T09:48:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:48:26.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've learned so far...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SygMCBEWm5I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/5esF4zJbH78/s1600-h/DSCN0628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415591780698987410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SygMCBEWm5I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/5esF4zJbH78/s400/DSCN0628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Deuce...Mia...Jevin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SygKF2r3lpI/AAAAAAAAAZs/UVcUaVdxhYY/s1600-h/DSCN0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415589647608157842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SygKF2r3lpI/AAAAAAAAAZs/UVcUaVdxhYY/s400/DSCN0644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Syf1yW_yN6I/AAAAAAAAAZk/b3jJwc3pey8/s1600-h/DSCN0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415567322451687330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Syf1yW_yN6I/AAAAAAAAAZk/b3jJwc3pey8/s400/DSCN0638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Deuce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Syfz3S3Fz0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/kj21zYfLCIc/s1600-h/DSCN0645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415565208217571138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Syfz3S3Fz0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/kj21zYfLCIc/s400/DSCN0645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, it has been a while. I have some pics for everyone, and I thought I would mention a few things I have learned as a mommy of triplets. I apologize for the length between posts, but like I mentioned before, your day gets away from you. Before you know it, it is time to lay yourself down for a brief moment so you can get up for that 2am feeding. Then, I am still doing school and the class I am taking has turned out to be rather demanding of my time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ughhh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So lets see...what I have learned...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Cherish your quite time. It is few and far between. Just when you think they are asleep, they are not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Don't get your babies hooked on a pacifier until they can put it back in their mouth by themselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. There will be many many many days where you will never even change out of your pajamas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. You will most likely need a babysitter just to take a shower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Most babies are bipolar. One second they are smiling and 30 seconds later they are crying for reasons you will never figure out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. What used to take you a day, now takes 2 weeks. I started my Christmas lights the weekend after Thanksgiving and just finished them Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. One baby is always going to wake up and need you to make them stop crying when you only need 30 more seconds to get the one you are trying to get to sleep, asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. You will spend many days sitting in the exact same spot for hours. Many of times, I come to realize at 6pm that I have barely moved from my couch trying to keep the babies pacified and happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. All the babies must stay on the same schedule. If one wakes at 2am for a feeding, never think the other two will sleep long enough for you to lay down again. You must wake the other two or you will be up all night long. (Tried that once in my hopes they will sleep through the night or at least until 5am). They seem to know you just fell asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. They will try to be the boss of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I am sure there is much more I have learned, but only the stuff that makes you think, "Seriously?!?", is easy to remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, as I said, they do change right before your eyes. I have to sit and look at pictures from when they were two weeks old just to remember how tiny they were. It is a little scary because it brings reality into perspective. They just won't be the same from one day to the next. What scares me is I am afraid I won't remember these times. I won't remember what they looked like when they were sleeping, or when they smiled, or when they look you right in the eye with their innocent little faces. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ceara&lt;/span&gt; and I went to Carter's to exchange a gift and I saw a preemie outfit. Oh my gosh!!!! It was so tiny. I just can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; they wore those for the first month of their lives. Goodness! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have started to know how to fuss to get their way I think. It seems they always want to be held. I worry that I may have spoiled them, but then again, there are three of them. They are never held for &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; long. For the most part they get held when they eat, and you have to put them down to feed the next one. If two are sleeping, one of them will get some one on one time, but other than that they are in a swing, laying in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;boppy&lt;/span&gt; or bouncy, sleeping, but never held excessively. They fuss, and the minute it looks like they will get picked up they nearly stop. And they fake cry...don't ask me how they figured that one out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well all, its time to eat again. Till next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-6775248621008149751?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/6775248621008149751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-ive-learned-so-far.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/6775248621008149751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/6775248621008149751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-ive-learned-so-far.html' title='What I&apos;ve learned so far...'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SygMCBEWm5I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/5esF4zJbH78/s72-c/DSCN0628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-4972554531745304807</id><published>2009-11-24T18:53:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:33:05.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We are 2 Months Old!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407857190978291986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SwyRdpBNiRI/AAAAAAAAAYc/hHr75r04_SA/s400/DSCN0585.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It just wouldn't be right if Deuce wasn't crying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407874018098867570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SwygxG7Y7XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/jteqPnIlh3U/s400/DSCN0590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what happened, but he is smiling in this one???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SwygxcisY9I/AAAAAAAAAZE/kbRJXs-OZUM/s1600/DSCN0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407874023900865490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SwygxcisY9I/AAAAAAAAAZE/kbRJXs-OZUM/s400/DSCN0613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor chubby buddy, he just couldn't make it through picture taking time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SwygwvNPj5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/FKM20yZ8z6g/s1600/DSCN0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407874011731300242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SwygwvNPj5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/FKM20yZ8z6g/s400/DSCN0617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Boys. Can you tell who is who? Pay no attention to the pacifiers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only way I could keep them Quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SwyReglHuyI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0IuF57ToJjU/s1600/DSCN0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407857205892856610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SwyReglHuyI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0IuF57ToJjU/s400/DSCN0605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm 2 months old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407876553223016322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SwyjErAFj4I/AAAAAAAAAZM/LsqFep185Sw/s400/DSCN0616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, isn't this sweet. Reminds me when they shared a crib in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One minute they were all awake, the very next they were all asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello! Hello! Hello! Nearly 2 weeks since my last post but between diapers, feedings, fussing, bathing, burping, mommy dying to sleep by 8pm, and whatever else happens in a 24 hour period, I just haven't made time to post. I planned to post last night and got tied up, plus if I would have posted yesterday it might have been cause to admit me. My friend down the street had crazy babies last week and I think she sent the crazy baby fairy to my house! :) Goodness! For the previous two days, the triplets have been like a chain reaction. One cries, the next stops, one sleeps, one wakes up, on and on and on and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;onnnnnnnnn&lt;/span&gt;. Whew! It is frustrating to not be able to figure out how to pacify them. We tried tummy time with cool little toys, mobiles on their bouncy seats with plastic silly toys (Marcus said if they would put a ceiling fan and mini blinds on the mobiles, they would be real baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pleasers&lt;/span&gt;! The plastic toys hanging from mine don't interest them a bit.) We tried rocking, eating, pacifiers, swinging, diaper changing, and who knows what else. Finally, I swaddled them all, and it was the quietest three hours I had all day! Crazy though, because they haven't been swaddled since about 2 weeks after they came home from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt;. Funny it still brings them comfort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407857198981455970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SwyReG1UIGI/AAAAAAAAAYk/7VcyzhaSe_8/s400/DSCN0620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;See! This is what happens to crazy babies! The baby straight jacket!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lets see...we still aren't sleeping through the night. Like I told somebody, I wish I could just have a date. Like, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; Kimberly, beginning December 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; they will start sleeping through the night." This way I would at least feel as though this insanity will end at some point. Right now, I feel as though it will never end, and it is almost as if I have no idea when a day ends and begins with the repetitive 3-4 hour cycle. It would give me something to look forward to. Really I am like "Coo, giggle, smile, roll over, ....yeah, whatever...just please sleep through the night!!!" (not that they are doing all these things, I just really &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; look forward to sleeping through the night. All this other stuff can come after that!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407876557261665650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SwyjE6C-dXI/AAAAAAAAAZU/z1JLjHfkcMI/s400/2009-11-22+12.40.29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mia showing everyone how strong she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So Mia really can roll over (belly to back). She definitely can't be left alone on the couch. I have had close calls even sitting right next to her. She is just so active! She likes to stand up when you hold her, she has awesome head control and can hold her upper body up really well with tummy time. She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; strong! And little miss ATTITUDE!...man! Don't let the pictures fool you. She looks sweet, but she can mess her face up real quick. She is still accidentally cooing, but I have notice in the last 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; days that they are are much more attentive to you when you are talking to them. They all look as though they really want to tell you something but just don't know how to get it out. Deuce and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; both smile at you when you talk to them with a smile. Today it was so cute, Deuce tried to giggle. When he smiled to me I took his arms and brought them into his belly and shook him just a bit (telling him how dang cute it is when he smiles) and he made a sound as if he wanted to giggle a bit but didn't know how. It was more like a dirty little pedophile grunt. I don't know how to explain it, but it gave me so much joy. I wanted to keep doing it so he would make the sound, and eventually he got board with it or couldn't figure it out anymore after 2 or 3 times. Then I was kinda disapointed because I wasn't sure if I heard it enough to be able to remember it if he doesn't do it again for a while. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; made the same sound yesterday when I was "tickling his chubby neck", but just once and I could never duplicate the sound again so I gave up. Ugh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well all, with all that said, things are still well here in our crazy new life. No matter the frustration they create at times, they always manage to do something to make you completely in love with them at the exact same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Enjoy the pics. Till later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-4972554531745304807?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/4972554531745304807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-are-2-months-old.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/4972554531745304807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/4972554531745304807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-are-2-months-old.html' title='We are 2 Months Old!!'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SwyRdpBNiRI/AAAAAAAAAYc/hHr75r04_SA/s72-c/DSCN0585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-4910073723792805710</id><published>2009-11-12T14:53:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:04:16.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you sure these are my babies???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sv3qizzJlWI/AAAAAAAAAYU/2wbFWAEzYbg/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403733011655660898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sv3qizzJlWI/AAAAAAAAAYU/2wbFWAEzYbg/s400/061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;...Sweet little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sv3qioWCZdI/AAAAAAAAAYM/1F9F8hMdG0s/s1600-h/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403733008580765138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sv3qioWCZdI/AAAAAAAAAYM/1F9F8hMdG0s/s400/077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A close up of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jev's&lt;/span&gt; man boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403733003406030754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sv3qiVESN6I/AAAAAAAAAYE/mzFu7EU5REg/s400/059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am telling ya, obsessed with the blinds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sv3qiCglIAI/AAAAAAAAAX8/GhvzNCN0lhs/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403732998424436738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sv3qiCglIAI/AAAAAAAAAX8/GhvzNCN0lhs/s400/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My not so little Deuce man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sv3V6QJF1gI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Z6JPLased_Y/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403710324656690690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sv3V6QJF1gI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Z6JPLased_Y/s400/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally finally got Lil Deuce with a big smile. We were playing "I'm gonna get your chubby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; cheeks. Yes I am. Those chubby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; cheeks. I'm gonna get 'em..." If you scroll down and check out the pic of Jevin smiling in his sleep, their smiles are just alike.  It is crazy!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sv3MvH0aqHI/AAAAAAAAAXk/H1IlKiDraXo/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403700237839280242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sv3MvH0aqHI/AAAAAAAAAXk/H1IlKiDraXo/s400/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Oh My Gosh, Oh My Gosh!!! Mommy is gonna pick me up!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sv3Mu4o_nTI/AAAAAAAAAXc/FONYDF4R2Io/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403700233764838706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sv3Mu4o_nTI/AAAAAAAAAXc/FONYDF4R2Io/s400/053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "...she didn't pick me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;uuuuuup&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sv3Mup7zB4I/AAAAAAAAAXU/niU3GyE5MD0/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403700229817173890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sv3Mup7zB4I/AAAAAAAAAXU/niU3GyE5MD0/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I notice the kids do this pose quite often when they are asleep. I'm not really sure why. I call them the spirit fingers or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt; hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, I have been trying to post pics to this darn blog for almost a week. For some reason it just wasn't working from the lap top. Then I was able to get a few posted of the football jumpers, and my desktop computer wanted to act up when I tried to post some more pics for this blog entry. So ya'll better enjoy! Between homework, dirty diapers, feedings every 3 hours, bottle washing, the one child here and there that would like to stay awake between feedings, etc., this blog entry has been a pain in the you know what!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyday it just seems like I wake up to new babies. They are getting so big! Tuesday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; weighed 8lb 8oz, Deuce weighed 7lb 10oz, and Mia weighed 7lb. In four days they gained almost a half a pound each. It is so crazy. As of now, developmentally, their adjusted age is that of a newborn baby. The adjusted age goes by when they were technically supposed to be born (October 31st). Although they are just a little over a week away from being 2 months old, they are not doing things a 2 month old baby would do yet. However, Mia I think is very close. She can lift her whole upper body up and hold her head up for a long long time. She is starting to make little noises that are cute little baby cooing sounds, but you can tell it is purely by accident. It is not a social cooing. She rolled belly to back 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;x's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. I thought it might be an accident so I rolled her back to her tummy and she wasn't too happy so she rolled herself over again. I guess Mia decided since she was going to be the smallest now, she had to be the best at something. I am convinced she will be walking by 4 months. Mia, however, is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;further&lt;/span&gt; below the normal growth curve then the boys. The boys are very close to reaching the growth curve in their weight. Their heads are already on the growth curve though. This is surely the reason why they aren't able to lift their heads all that well with tummy time. The doctor did say that girls will lag a little behind, growth wise, longer then boys will. Motor skill wise though, girls develop faster. He said he thinks by about 4 months, give or take, all of them should be right on track for where they should be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;gestationally&lt;/span&gt;, but they will most likely always be in about the 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;percentile or lower&lt;/span&gt;. I just don't know if I will every be able to express how truly thankful I am that they are doing so well. I can't thank God enough. I know this was all his work, his plan. To think if they would have been born just a week or two earlier things might have been very very different for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-4910073723792805710?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/4910073723792805710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/11/are-you-sure-these-are-my-babies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/4910073723792805710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/4910073723792805710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/11/are-you-sure-these-are-my-babies.html' title='Are you sure these are my babies???'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sv3qizzJlWI/AAAAAAAAAYU/2wbFWAEzYbg/s72-c/061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-1341654864874417320</id><published>2009-11-11T21:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:53:23.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Ready for Some Football?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SvxrUW_SowI/AAAAAAAAAXM/H7bDfIpTtkc/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403311650450350850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SvxrUW_SowI/AAAAAAAAAXM/H7bDfIpTtkc/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SvxrUFp4bvI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-MMs22LBlik/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403311645797150450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SvxrUFp4bvI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-MMs22LBlik/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jevin on the left&lt;br /&gt;Deuce on the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SvxrTuTJ1KI/AAAAAAAAAW8/zHugKngu85k/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403311639527806114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SvxrTuTJ1KI/AAAAAAAAAW8/zHugKngu85k/s400/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Upest the  Detroit Lions lost again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SvxrTRbLDiI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2V1dfF-AnPA/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403311631776812578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SvxrTRbLDiI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2V1dfF-AnPA/s400/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Touch Down!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-1341654864874417320?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/1341654864874417320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/11/are-you-ready-for-some-football.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/1341654864874417320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/1341654864874417320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/11/are-you-ready-for-some-football.html' title='Are You Ready for Some Football?'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SvxrUW_SowI/AAAAAAAAAXM/H7bDfIpTtkc/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-4280659362504806215</id><published>2009-11-06T12:47:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:07:31.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We had our RSV Shots</title><content type='html'>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Written Friday November 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we took the kids for their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Synigas&lt;/span&gt; shots. So so sad. They were all being good and were happy. Then the big bad nurse stuck them in the leg and they stopped breathing for 3 seconds and cried their little faces off. :( Mia was pretty tough. She didn't cry as long as the boys. Tough girl!! So, we learned a little more about RSV. Did anyone know that a cough travels 12 feet, and germs live on hard surfaces for up to 4-5 days? The nurse also told us to keep smaller kids from kissing the babies on their face and hands. They can kiss the tops of their heads or their feet. How cute! We also got some bad news. The insurance company only approved us for one shot. The shots we got yesterday. The shots only protect the babies from RSV for 28 days and we haven't even gotten that far into RSV season. RSV season ends in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Marchish&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aprilish&lt;/span&gt;. RSV hasn't even peaked yet. The nurse said that earlier this year insurance companies decided that one shot should protect babies enough if they were born after 32 weeks. We won't really be taking the babies out of the house at all, but it would still be nice to have a little more peace of mind. We are gonna try to get the insurance to approve our 3rd injection. That would at least protect them through December. And the injections doesn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt; they won't get RSV but it boosts their immune system to HELP prevent it. We have hand sanitizer everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have some crazy news! The triplets were all weighed yesterday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; is weighing in at a whopping 8lb 1oz. He is a chunk! It is funny because you can really tell the difference in his weight from the other 2 when you pick him up. Deuce passed Mia. He weighs 7lb 1oz. Mia weighs 6lb 7oz. Miss thing is our tiniest baby now. We have some theories on why, like she doesn't sleep enough. She is awake and alert quite a bit more then the boys. They say babies grow when they are sleeping. However, she will sleep for 4-5 hours straight sometimes too. Not sure what her deal is. Really it might be more because of reflux. She spits up every now and then, and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;squirms&lt;/span&gt; when she is eating. The nurse also said that she might not spit up out of her mouth but if we have noticed she makes funny faces when eating sometimes, it is still coming up, just not out of her mouth. Then, previously, we changed her to a slow flow nipple because she was taking a lot of air when she would eat. We thought the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;squirming&lt;/span&gt; was because she needed to burp from all the air she would swallow. With the slower flow nipple she seems to be full before she finishes her entire bottle, so she isn't eating as much as the boys. The boys will drink 2-4 ounces each feeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned. I will try to post some recent pictures today or tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-4280659362504806215?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/4280659362504806215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-had-our-rsv-shots.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/4280659362504806215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/4280659362504806215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-had-our-rsv-shots.html' title='We had our RSV Shots'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-751567314484105586</id><published>2009-11-01T19:31:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:41:28.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello &amp; Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Su5X_Lhpl2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/5QmvhUYMopk/s1600-h/Halloween+Trio+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399349746201106274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Su5X_Lhpl2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/5QmvhUYMopk/s400/Halloween+Trio+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Su5X-8BliOI/AAAAAAAAAWc/qEx-2Gm3SBA/s1600-h/Halloween+Trio.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399349742040090850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Su5X-8BliOI/AAAAAAAAAWc/qEx-2Gm3SBA/s400/Halloween+Trio.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello all! Well things are going well over here in Triplet land. The babies are growing and changing nearly everyday. Cloths that fit them last week don't fit them this week. The boys look more and more alike by the second. They all are so incredibly precious I can't even explain it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since their one month birthday not too much has happened. As many moms of preemies know, it is RSV season. I am sure this is a concern for even mom's who don't have preemies too, but it is one of the many things you have to be careful of this time of year. For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;preemies&lt;/span&gt;, RSV can be a deadly illness, mainly because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;preemie's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;immune&lt;/span&gt; systems are not as developed as a full term baby's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;immune&lt;/span&gt; system. So the triplets will get a series of three shots to help prevent RSV. They had their first shots before leaving the hospital. They are due for their second shot this coming week. The shot it's self is rather expensive. Somewhere around $1200 each (x 3). Well, last week the doctor's office called and informed me they were getting ready to submit it to the insurance and there was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;possibility&lt;/span&gt; the injections might not be approved. The triplets needed to have 2 risk factors. Being multiples was not enough. They needed to attend a child care facility for at least 4 hours a week, have another sibling in the home, be around a smoker, and there were a few others, but never the less, we didn't really meet the 2 risk factors criteria. Even though they were born 6 weeks early, they were born at 34 weeks gestation, and to be automatically qualified for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Synagis&lt;/span&gt; shots, they would have needed to be born at 32 weeks or before. So shame on me for not going into labor early enough...(according to an insurance company) I thought I was going to have to post a widget to the blog for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Synagis&lt;/span&gt; donations!!! I look at it this way...the insurance should approve the shots...this would cost thousands of dollars less then paying hospital bills for one or possibly all of my babies if they were to get RSV. But, like I have said before, I'm just the mom. Long story short, we were approved for the injections, thank the Lord. I don't know what the nice lady at the doctors office told our insurance company , but she worked it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus went back to work last Monday, so this was my very first week alone with the trio. It wasn't too bad. I turns out to be a day of one-sided conversations, lots of diapers, and lots of bottles. Each of the trio tend to have a block of time during the day where they will stay awake between feedings. I actually enjoy this time. It gives me an opportunity to have special time with each of them one on one and sometimes one on two. They stare at the oddest things. For some reason they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fascinated&lt;/span&gt; with the mini blinds. Deuce likes the ceiling fan that is never on, not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also happy to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;announce&lt;/span&gt;, they have all been sleeping in their own beds for a whole week now. We are still not sleeping through the night of course, but Mia is a marathon sleeper. She rarely wakes up on her own to eat, well not every three hours on the dot anyway. Deuce and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt;, both, will never miss a meal. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;miraculously&lt;/span&gt; tell time at the ripe age of 5 weeks old. We are trying to develop the habit of bedtime for them. For the most part they do pretty well with soothing themselves to sleep. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; has a hard time every now and then. Mia on occasion decides she would just like to stay up from 2am until 30 minutes before her next feeding. Last night she was awake from 2am to 4am, fighting sleep. I can almost understand how someone would want to shake a baby. Don't get me wrong, I would never shake any of my babies, and I certainly don't condone shaking a baby by all means, but you know what I am saying. The waking every 3 hours in the middle of the night has most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; gotten easier, I just haven't gotten used to sleepless grave yard shifts yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trio had their first Halloween. We did dress them up. Originally we were not going to. At first I didn't think they would be able to fit a Halloween costume, and they still were a tad small for theirs, but we did it for pictures sake. I will admit, it was probably an overly expensive 10 minutes, but the memories it created are worth it. They were so cute!! We certainly enjoyed it way more then they did. Mia is a tiger, Deuce is a mouse (although he looks like a fat, drunk rat in the first pic) and Jevin is the chuby pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-751567314484105586?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/751567314484105586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-halloween.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/751567314484105586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/751567314484105586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-halloween.html' title='Hello &amp; Halloween'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Su5X_Lhpl2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/5QmvhUYMopk/s72-c/Halloween+Trio+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-6799542801577578958</id><published>2009-10-22T18:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:17:45.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We are 1 month old today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SuD6y_DS7dI/AAAAAAAAAWU/gVKqrNT7wU8/s1600-h/2009-10-22+13.15.07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395588107415514578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SuD6y_DS7dI/AAAAAAAAAWU/gVKqrNT7wU8/s400/2009-10-22+13.15.07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our 1 month Birthday Photo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SuD6yaDzrTI/AAAAAAAAAWM/MgC1kER2W1k/s1600-h/2009-10-22+13.19.44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395588097485548850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SuD6yaDzrTI/AAAAAAAAAWM/MgC1kER2W1k/s400/2009-10-22+13.19.44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I can't figure out why Mommy is always pointing that thing at me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SuD6yLjQ8tI/AAAAAAAAAWE/nnC_A5Dxwes/s1600-h/2009-10-22+10.20.55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395588093590958802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SuD6yLjQ8tI/AAAAAAAAAWE/nnC_A5Dxwes/s400/2009-10-22+10.20.55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brother love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Holly Cow! Time flies! The kids have been home for 2 weeks already, and can you believe they are a month old TODAY? I can't! I have already had the "Oh my gosh! They aren't going to be babies forever!" feeling. It is crazy how much they have changed already. I was talking to a friend a few weeks ago and she mentioned she hasn't come to the point to not want any more kids yet. I understand how she feels...once you loose the new sweet baby part, I am sure you miss it (and she has quads!!) Now, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; don't want to have any more kids, but I see how them growing up so fast can make you sad. Already I get a little sad to think about how very, very soon they won't be my little babies anymore. I am scared I am going to miss something it is going by so fast already. Before you know it we will have 3 college &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tuition's&lt;/span&gt; to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; feels like a full term baby to me already. Well, actually he is almost full term technically...my original due date was October 31st. I can't get over how heavy his head is compared to my little Deuce man and Miss Mia. But, don't mistake it, the others are getting big too. They are all getting chunky little thighs and an extra chin. You can thank the 22 calorie formula for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also told Marcus the other day that I need to stop calling Mia, Miss Mia. I envisioned, one day with her little attitude that she will start telling people her name is Miss Mia. "It's Miss Mia to you Mommy." Can you see it? Then she does this little thing where she really has to work her cry up. She grunts for a few seconds and then lets this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;loud&lt;/span&gt; scream out. If you watch her, it is like the little scream startles her as if she didn't know where that sound came from. She is quiet for a few seconds after the scream and then she will work another one up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys seem to have a sixth sense. They both fuss when the other fusses. Deuce will start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fussin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jevin's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; face will get all sad and he fusses. They fuss back and forth over and over. Mia sleeps through their fussing, but let one of them get started and you can almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt; the other is going to be sad too. Kinda crazy to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-6799542801577578958?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/6799542801577578958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-are-1-month-old-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/6799542801577578958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/6799542801577578958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-are-1-month-old-today.html' title='We are 1 month old today!'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SuD6y_DS7dI/AAAAAAAAAWU/gVKqrNT7wU8/s72-c/2009-10-22+13.15.07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-5195334519854681408</id><published>2009-10-16T21:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T22:45:11.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Stk8g8EOYqI/AAAAAAAAAV8/fesmBOh3xL4/s1600-h/2009-10-16+12.14.50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393408565330207394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Stk8g8EOYqI/AAAAAAAAAV8/fesmBOh3xL4/s320/2009-10-16+12.14.50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quiet time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Stk6eBBXPiI/AAAAAAAAAVs/_gPvFC0yThY/s1600-h/2009-10-16+11.34.14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393406316097519138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Stk6eBBXPiI/AAAAAAAAAVs/_gPvFC0yThY/s320/2009-10-16+11.34.14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Stk6d2pDQTI/AAAAAAAAAVk/DQeGLp6Ve_M/s1600-h/2009-10-16+12.44.57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393406313311191346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Stk6d2pDQTI/AAAAAAAAAVk/DQeGLp6Ve_M/s320/2009-10-16+12.44.57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Closest thing I could get to a smile from Deuce. I was always 2/100 of a second late. This is actually a prelude to a squeaky "cry" noise that he thinks has the grown-ups jumping to attention. It works sometimes, I won't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Stk6dRAo58I/AAAAAAAAAVc/wmcTgitplQY/s1600-h/2009-10-16+12.18.56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393406303209580482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Stk6dRAo58I/AAAAAAAAAVc/wmcTgitplQY/s320/2009-10-16+12.18.56.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is why we love our new jobs. He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accidently&lt;/span&gt; happy in his sleep. Don't you wish you knew what he was dreaming? My precious boy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt;..... it's so beautiful, I nearly cried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, Me and Marcus are still alive. While the nights have been semi sleepless, it is getting better. Nana has been here for a week helping. It is kind of a double edged sword though. Nana Julie has been a big help and a relief for us, but she also has to leave at some point...well Sunday to be exact. So far, Marcus and I have only conquered 3 nights alone with the trio. It does look like their sleeping patterns are starting to change a bit. We decided not to wake them in the middle of the night for feeding, that is until one of them has woke up (is that a word?) Last night they slept for 4 hours!! I might be jumping the gun a little, but we will see what tonight holds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I also just have to mention, all the things you swear you will never do as a parent, all go out the window at 3 am when you have a baby (or two, sometimes 3) that refuse to go back to sleep when you desperately want them to. So we have 2 rooms full of beautiful furniture...yeah...not sleeping in it, on it, near it... We have resorted to pack and plays that sit approximately 3 feet from the end of our bed, and sometimes they don't sleep in them either! I don't know who this person is at 3 am that makes the decision to let the bossy little baby sleep in our bed, but it's obviously exactly what the baby had in mind. They sleep.....they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sleeeeep&lt;/span&gt;...what a relief. So, my theory is, it takes 21 days to create a habit...is it possible if we can get them to sleep in their own beds on day 20, they won't feel the need to sleep with us until they are in 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade? There seriously isn't room for 5 of us. Yeah, mental note to self...find way to get baby to sleep in their own bed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My day was quite interesting. Marcus had to go into work for a meeting today so I spent the better part of the morning and afternoon with the triplets. It was a peaceful day, I didn't have a nervous break-down, I wasn't found in a fetal position in my walk-in closet, but some might say that I could have been diagnosed with temporary insanity. I am convinced that adults do the strangest things once they become parents. I caught a picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; smiling in his sleep. I then spent 2 hours with my camera aimed at the other 2 babies trying to catch them smiling too. Needless to say, I was a tad too late each time or I would get the edge of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;boppy&lt;/span&gt; pillow instead of the little smiling face. I entertained myself for nearly 2 hours doing just this...makes me laugh. By the way...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;boppy&lt;/span&gt; pillows...must have!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We are enjoying every bit of it. I think we would get up every 3-4 hours for the next 18 years as long as we could experience this joy. I couldn't have even imagined how happy they make me. It is true, you never know the love you can have until you experience the love you have for YOUR kids. Words could never explain it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-5195334519854681408?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/5195334519854681408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/10/still-alive.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/5195334519854681408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/5195334519854681408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/10/still-alive.html' title='Still Alive'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Stk8g8EOYqI/AAAAAAAAAV8/fesmBOh3xL4/s72-c/2009-10-16+12.14.50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-4191081745429313883</id><published>2009-10-13T20:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:55:00.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week Down, 6545 more days to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/StU2T-VzoQI/AAAAAAAAAVU/2G1uBYxGFVM/s1600-h/DSCN0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392275845625913602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/StU2T-VzoQI/AAAAAAAAAVU/2G1uBYxGFVM/s320/DSCN0332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Deuce...mad at the Doctor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/StU2TfY0aVI/AAAAAAAAAVM/cj-zCLcxhlo/s1600-h/DSCN0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392275837317048658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/StU2TfY0aVI/AAAAAAAAAVM/cj-zCLcxhlo/s320/DSCN0337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/StU2TNwivII/AAAAAAAAAVE/XuV8gaZsC_E/s1600-h/DSCN0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392275832584715394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/StU2TNwivII/AAAAAAAAAVE/XuV8gaZsC_E/s320/DSCN0333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jevin...Just ate...could care less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392275819338714978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/StU2Scacz2I/AAAAAAAAAU0/K-8TG6slH60/s320/DSCN0319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our First Doctor's appointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/StU2SjxR7QI/AAAAAAAAAU8/9XxPMqRJWHc/s1600-h/2009-10-12+13.23.41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392275821313518850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/StU2SjxR7QI/AAAAAAAAAU8/9XxPMqRJWHc/s320/2009-10-12+13.23.41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brothers sleeping...Mia not...our social butterfly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;...So sorry for the delay in posting an up date. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; much has changed since my last blog post. The title of the last blog post, "What a day a difference makes", explains it all! So Monday October 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; we were informed Mia would be coming home Wednesday and the boys would be discharged maybe 2-3 days after Mia. Well, Wednesday arrived and we went to the hospital to move our little girl out of their little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt; room and into our home, and we were informed that Dr. Anderson felt the boys were ready to go home as well and Dr. August was going to be discharging them the same day as Mia. Yes, Wednesday! Of course I was in total shock. My mind couldn't think straight. I kept looking at the nurse, looking at the Dr., looking at the nurse (who is smiling), looking at the Dr., nurse, Dr., nurse, Dr. etc. With the nurse smiling, I thought they were playing some kind of joke on us and I actually asked, "Are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; joking?" NOPE! NOT JOKING!!! Of course Marcus was all for it. As was I, but I just couldn't get myself together. I was completely stuck on stupid for 10 minutes or so. After I got myself together, we made our 40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; minute drive home to pick up the boys' car seats, our other vehicle, and a helper to ride in the back seats with the kids. The kids had to have a "baby watcher" ride in the back seat with them to make sure that they did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; on our long drive home from the hospital. They were still just so small, they didn't really "fit" their car seats yet, and their necks were not all that strong to not get all contorted in their seats after sitting for a while. It was Deuce mostly...he passed his car seat, test but his head rested at a 90 degree angle on his shoulder. Slightly scary to look at him like that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Wednesday night, we get them home just in time for their 8pm feeding. All goes well. 11pm, good, 2 am, alright, 5 am, not too bad...the first night home alone with 3 two week old babies was not too too bad. Then came the second night...oh no, and the third night, you've got to be kidding me! Needless to say, the nights progressively got more difficult the more sleep deprived we became. For some reason the three of them decided they didn't want to all sleep at the same exact time after the first night home. Last night was slightly better. It is weird though, they sleep soundly during the day, after 11pm, the fight is on. I know it will get better. We are still learning though. We do wake all three up at the same time to eat. When one wakes up, this dictates when the other two get up. We start our assembly line of diaper changing and then bottle feeding and (please Jesus) back to sleep. They seem to trade off on which one is going to be the restless for the night. Pray for us tonight...no restless babies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had our first doctors appointment last Friday. Things went very well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; weighed 5lb 1oz. Mia weighed 4lb 14 oz., and Deuce weighed 4lb 7oz. The outing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; taught us that we need to prepare the night before we will be leaving the house with 3 kids that need to be strapped into a car seat, taken out to the car. Should we take the snap-n-goes, is everything in the diaper bag that we need? Yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; need to think about all that stuff the day before...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But, over all, this last week has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;exuastingly&lt;/span&gt; blissful! We are slightly sleep deprived, but over-joyed. I almost can't even remember life before the trio arrived. It's awesome, no wires, no beeping monitors, no feeding tubes...it was starting to feel like all that stuff went with babies. It was odd holding babies not hooked to something for the first time.  Here are a few pics. Hopefully I can find time to post again before the week is up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-4191081745429313883?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/4191081745429313883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-week-down-6545-more-days-to-go.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/4191081745429313883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/4191081745429313883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-week-down-6545-more-days-to-go.html' title='One Week Down, 6545 more days to go'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/StU2T-VzoQI/AAAAAAAAAVU/2G1uBYxGFVM/s72-c/DSCN0332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-4380760538979665683</id><published>2009-10-05T22:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:52:46.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Difference a Day Makes!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsrKtG2BNQI/AAAAAAAAAUs/x8BbQ7H-mJ4/s1600-h/2009-10-04+09.21.52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389342780382328066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsrKtG2BNQI/AAAAAAAAAUs/x8BbQ7H-mJ4/s400/2009-10-04+09.21.52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big Man Jevin...sleeps like Daddy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsrKsjWBgWI/AAAAAAAAAUk/1onw5_PFiqo/s1600-h/2009-10-04+09.19.38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389342770852888930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsrKsjWBgWI/AAAAAAAAAUk/1onw5_PFiqo/s400/2009-10-04+09.19.38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deuce, trying to get some rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsrKsHHlRkI/AAAAAAAAAUc/iAk3sZnMGgc/s1600-h/2009-10-04+08.40.57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389342763276125762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsrKsHHlRkI/AAAAAAAAAUc/iAk3sZnMGgc/s400/2009-10-04+08.40.57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Mia...Wide awake talking to daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So...As you can see I wrote a blog yesterday that I never posted. Well less than 24 hours later, things have changed! I went to the hospital this morning and Miss Mia was missing her feeding tube! Of course I didn't want to assume anything, so I told the nurse in more a question enunciation then a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;statement&lt;/span&gt;, "Mia doesn't have her feeding tube &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;innnnnn&lt;/span&gt;..." She informed me that Mia had received doctor's orders to remove the feeding tube in 24 hours. However, miss thing decided to remove her own feeding tube yesterday evening and since she had taken it out herself, and they were going to remove it today anyways, they just left it out. She is on 8 bottles a day!! And let me tell you, she has this eating thing down! Today I fed her at 11am and she finished her full feeding in 6 minutes. Marcus came for the 2:00 feeding and she finished 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cc's&lt;/span&gt; in 4 minutes (even with yucky poly-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;visol&lt;/span&gt; added to the milk...a vitamin that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; tastes just as bad as it smells) and she did finish about 15 more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cc's&lt;/span&gt; in about 6 more minutes. I usually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;refrain&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;abbreviations&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! Then, Dr. Anderson shows up. She says that Mia will be going home tomorrow. Yes Tuesday, the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of October! That I needed to go home and bring the car seat so they could do the car seat testing. Wow! Well, then on my way home to get the car seat, Dr. Anderson calls me and says that Mia won't be going home Tuesday, that it will be Wednesday because Sunday she didn't finish one of her feedings and they had to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;gavage&lt;/span&gt; (tube feed) 18 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cc's&lt;/span&gt;. No worries though, this was still the best news I was likely to hear all day. What is one more day. Then, I also wonder who the nurse was because I do feel that there are nurses that are not as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;persistent&lt;/span&gt; in making sure the bottle is finished. One day last week we had a situation where the kids had done extremely well and finished all their feedings the day before, but the next day at their 8 am feeding, none of them finished...we had to wonder if it was possibly the nurse, but I suppose it could be possible that they just didn't finish...Over all though, we can't complain about the care the trio has been given. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want to explain the car seat testing. Originally, I pictured it to be a safety type testing, maybe a harness fitting or something to that effect. It turns out it isn't a crash test dummy type of experiment. Actually what the car seat test is is they place the baby in the car seat for 2 hours I think is what the nurse said. During this time they monitor to see if the baby is breathing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, if their blood gas and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;saturation&lt;/span&gt; levels are good, etc. If the baby doesn't do well then we know that they wouldn't do well in a swing, bouncer seat, and so on for a little while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys should probably be home 2 or so days after Mia. If they do well today and tomorrow, their tubes will be removed also. Awesome Awesome Awesome. I have sat around and imagined what it will be like with our little precious babies home with us...Before they arrived I was so impatient for them to be born, then on the 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; I was worried about them being born. Now I have been dying for them to come home, and today I had a small twinge of anxiety. It is somewhat of a relief to have trained professionals around to watch out for any scary happenings that could arise, but I am so so ready to have our little family home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-4380760538979665683?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/4380760538979665683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-difference-day-makes.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/4380760538979665683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/4380760538979665683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-difference-day-makes.html' title='What a Difference a Day Makes!!!!!!'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsrKtG2BNQI/AAAAAAAAAUs/x8BbQ7H-mJ4/s72-c/2009-10-04+09.21.52.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-6771435589203997577</id><published>2009-10-04T21:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:10:29.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting closer!</title><content type='html'>****I wrote this yesterday and saved it with the intention of posting it with some pics once I got time to transfer them from my camera*** Then things changed a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like nearly every post since I have started this blog, everything is going well. The trio is doing awesome. They are all gaining weight. As of today, everyone is 4 pounds or better. Mia is at 4lb. 6oz. Deuce weighs 4lb on the dot (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for little man!!) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; is weighing 4lb. 10oz. He is gaining a little slower then the rest, but he did drop to under 4 pounds after he was born, so he had some making up to do. They were born weighing 3lb 14oz. for Mia, Deuce @ 3lb 7oz, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; was 4lb 4oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are doing well with their bottle feedings. Mia was increased to 6 a few days ago, but when we went Thursday, I think it was, they were only giving her 5. Now she has really been given doctors orders to bottle feed 5-6 times daily, but for some reason yesterday they only gave her 5 in the 24 hours. 2 of which Marcus and I fed her. I was kind of upset. If she has the opportunity to feed 6 times, I would want her to be bottle fed 6 times instead of tube fed, but I am just the mom...I also know that if she doesn't do 6 a day, then she can't move to 7 a day. Until they can take all eight feedings for 2-3 days without trouble, they can't come home. Ugh!! Am I being impatient again? (First, I just wanted them to be born...I got my wish. Now, I just want them to come home...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fed them today and they all did extremely well. All of them finished their bottles in under 15 minutes. If they continue at this pace, they should be able to be increased. If they are taking a full 30 minutes to finish a bottle then they are struggling a bit, and the bottles will not be increased. They want the babies to not view the bottle feeding time as a negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; pulled his feeding tube out. Poor thing, to hear his cry when the nurse had to put it back in was HORRIBLE! I almost lost it. Mia and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt;, both, pulled their tubes out yesterday. I am glad we left before the nurse fixed them. Man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also gave baths yesterday. Talk about fussy babies! They weren't really into bathing, but they will love it in a few months I am sure. We should have taken pics. It is too funny. They bathe in these little storage tub thingies. It is hard telling the temp of the water. You want it to be between 99 degrees and 101 on the little temperature strip. Too hot, then too cold...back and forth, back and forth... Finally! When they bathe, they are swaddled to keep them from loosing too much body heat, and you have to go quickly. You want to anyways because you feel so bad for their little crying shaky selves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-6771435589203997577?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/6771435589203997577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/10/getting-closer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/6771435589203997577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/6771435589203997577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/10/getting-closer.html' title='Getting closer!'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-767198625130856289</id><published>2009-10-01T10:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:22:46.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Searching...</title><content type='html'>I don't have any pics of the babies today, but I just wanted to post a few interesting thoughts or things that have been going through my mind. All good of course...Becoming a parent has been one of the most amazing experiences. Nothing I have done or lived until now has been this fulfilling. Originally when we found out we were having a baby, it was the highest feeling of joy. Then we found out there were three, and I was worried. Worried for many reasons, but I remember being worried about "What if I don't like being a parent?" I wanted to have "A" baby so badly, but I had only thought of it in terms of one baby. How were we going to handle three newborn babies? I wanted to enjoy motherhood. I wanted to be overwhelmingly happy and bask in the light of a precious little boy or girl that I could hold, cuddle, and kiss. I can truly say that I am overwhelmingly happy! I would not change or wish for anything different then having the triplets. They bring me unmeasurable joy. Again, as you have probably read, I worry about the wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, Marcus and I just reached our 10 year anniversary yesterday. The arrival of the trio was the best gift we could ever ask for. The best gift we could give each other. It is awesome to know that we celebrate two very special times in our lives. I love seeing Marcus as a Daddy. I have always known that he deserved and needed to be a Dad. Years of watching him interact with children and coach his boys in football and basket ball touched my heart and I am thankful he can finally experience his own children. This is our year to remember for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just a week ago, or a little over a week ago, I was still carrying those precious little people in my belly. Before they were born, I did not realize how tough it was. You wake up day to day, your belly is growing, the babies are moving, you are gaining weight, mobility becomes increasingly difficult, but you adjust to the changes. It's like dealing with a bad knee that gradually deteriorates over time and you become accustom to the pain or discomfort of it. I never realized the true work it took to complete tasks that many of us take for granted. It was just something I was supposed to do.  My job was to carry and nurish those pretty babies, and why complain about it?  Then again, I thought I felt pretty good, even up until last Tuesday. I have finally come to know my own strength. Now that I have, in one day, lost 25 pounds from one day to the very next, I can walk again. I can tackle the stairs, I can do the dishes, I can sweep a floor, I can clean the toilet, I can bend over, I can stand in the shower, and so on, with very very minimal difficulty. Now, I still do have the pain of the c-section, but that is quickly fading as the days pass as well. Give it up to pregnant mothers of multiples!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, just a quick update...the babies are all doing incredibly well!!!! Mia was increased from 4 to 6 bottle feedings yesterday. She has been playing us this whole time. At first we were told that she was having difficulty bottle feeding and turns out in a matter of 2 days she has become the best eater. She might be coming home next week if she continues to do well. Also, we did request that if one was going to come home before the others, that we at least have the other 2 come home on the same day. We don't want to leave one by themselves, so I believe what the doctor is doing is keeping Jevin at 4 bottle feedings until Deuce can increase to 6 too. It also makes sense to keep the twins together since this is what they were used to in utero.  She said that once the babies can take all 8 feedings, the insurance will want to kick them loose as to not pay for the NICU expense. So, even though Jevin could probably take 6 bottles, Deuce might not be ready to do so and in order to keep them together, it is best to pace them or keep them at the same pace I guess is what I am trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned. I want to post a pic of me post partem that ya'll can compare to my 34 week belly. I will have more pics of the kidos soon. You just can't help but take pics because you think every little movement is so dang cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks Heather for reaching out to us. Thanks for the ride yesterday. You and Brett are truly special people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-767198625130856289?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/767198625130856289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/10/soul-searching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/767198625130856289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/767198625130856289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/10/soul-searching.html' title='Soul Searching...'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-6621038893855731823</id><published>2009-09-29T22:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:03:41.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Making Progress Every Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsLlmX1pULI/AAAAAAAAAT0/BaeNiMRFOZI/s1600-h/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387120551685345458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsLlmX1pULI/AAAAAAAAAT0/BaeNiMRFOZI/s320/078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsLlm6duUfI/AAAAAAAAAT8/zL5AX_XO0As/s1600-h/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387120560980251122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsLlm6duUfI/AAAAAAAAAT8/zL5AX_XO0As/s320/077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Thompson Trio .........................................................Mia and Deuce. She loves him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsLgji7PFoI/AAAAAAAAATs/B6FS03of5vY/s1600-h/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387115005563836034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsLgji7PFoI/AAAAAAAAATs/B6FS03of5vY/s320/075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsLgjHd3mYI/AAAAAAAAATk/GpVCKPsjHqQ/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387114998192904578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsLgjHd3mYI/AAAAAAAAATk/GpVCKPsjHqQ/s320/079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys. Swaddled together..Precious...............................Mia and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Deuce&lt;/span&gt;.  Shhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsLfciq81-I/AAAAAAAAATU/kH2_SHaMri0/s1600-h/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387113785724819426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsLfciq81-I/AAAAAAAAATU/kH2_SHaMri0/s320/074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsLfcTpBBvI/AAAAAAAAATM/30gwTYcKGLg/s1600-h/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387113781690173170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsLfcTpBBvI/AAAAAAAAATM/30gwTYcKGLg/s320/080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The babies Sleeping with the Dandle Dolls.........................Mia and Deuce. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am glad to say the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kidos&lt;/span&gt; are making progress every day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; gained 3 ounces yesterday. Seems like a lot when they were only gaining tenths of an ounce here and there. All of them are back to their birth weight or better which is unusual for one week of age. Most babies, from what the pediatrician says don't reach birth weight until around 2 weeks old. Mia has been holding her body temp. really good. They have all increased from 3 to 4 bottle feedings a day. If they do well at 4 a day for the next day or two then they will be increased to 6 a day. Once they can take all 8 feedings by bottle for 2-4 days then they will be able to come home. The doctor sounded as if one of them could be home in about a week. Simply amazing! It does change day to day though. Just 2 days ago the doctor felt it would be at least 2 weeks before anyone would be able to leave the hospital. If I had to pick, based upon what I have seen, I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; might be the first one home, but that is just my educated guess. Deuce is the smallest so I don't expect him first. It's hard to say...I just can't wait until they are home with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They nurses are all surprised at how well they are doing. I am thankful of their health and development this far. I do have some remorse for those babies that are in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt; who have been there months or who are so sick or tiny and on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CPAPs&lt;/span&gt; or Nasal Cannula's, etc. When the nurses complement the progress of the trio I sometimes wish they would whisper. Here we are 34 weeks gestation, no oxygen, breathing on their own, gaining weight, doing well at nippling, and there are babies fighting for their lives...so sad at times...Hard to take the praise on occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some pics from yesterday the 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. When I arrived, a nurse had made name tags for the babies. In my emotional state, it almost made me cry. Then the cutest thing of all, they has swaddled the boys together. They were just so lovey! They tube fed for the 11am feeding so then Mia and Deuce were swaddled together so that I could hold all three of them comfortably while they were eating. Mia wasn't too happy at first. Deuce loved it. Once they both fell asleep it was beautiful. The Dandle dolls are little dolls the mom sleeps with so they have the mom's scent on them. The picture of the boys really shows how much they look alike. I know they are identical, but to me they didn't resemble each other as I would expect. The weight difference, to me, changes their features a bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-6621038893855731823?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/6621038893855731823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-making-progress-every-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/6621038893855731823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/6621038893855731823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-making-progress-every-day.html' title='We&apos;re Making Progress Every Day!'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsLlmX1pULI/AAAAAAAAAT0/BaeNiMRFOZI/s72-c/078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-2629942927110460384</id><published>2009-09-28T08:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:48:13.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at a Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsDL655cq1I/AAAAAAAAASM/JU1zS-5K_as/s1600-h/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386529367169739602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsDL655cq1I/AAAAAAAAASM/JU1zS-5K_as/s200/012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; Sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsDHh2aTjnI/AAAAAAAAASE/MFZKPPWMehI/s1600-h/019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386524538690571890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsDHh2aTjnI/AAAAAAAAASE/MFZKPPWMehI/s200/019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mia With Her Eyes Open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsDHhOmfWdI/AAAAAAAAAR8/i5SMRxbQ-sA/s1600-h/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386524528004258258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsDHhOmfWdI/AAAAAAAAAR8/i5SMRxbQ-sA/s200/017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Deuce Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsDHf12YlyI/AAAAAAAAARs/JuAnBQoGfs0/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386524504180168482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsDHf12YlyI/AAAAAAAAARs/JuAnBQoGfs0/s200/006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deuce, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsDHfVVnb3I/AAAAAAAAARk/iBSDkwmvQYM/s1600-h/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386524495452794738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsDHfVVnb3I/AAAAAAAAARk/iBSDkwmvQYM/s200/005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ditto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Good morning all. I thought I would post a quick update. I am home now. I was discharged Saturday. That was a very difficult day! It was so hard leaving knowing my babies had to stay and some nurse would be holding and spending time with my babies that I wanted to be my time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The babies, however, are doing good! Each day is an improvement. They will stay in the hospital until they are gaining weight and taking all their feedings by bottle. Right now they take 3-4 feedings a day by bottle and the rest are tube fed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; is doing really well with the nipple feedings. Deuce has made improvements, but Mia just doesn't want to spend her time working at eating. She wants to look around and listen to you talk. She has inherited the nosey gene...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All of the babies are gaining weight, so one requirement of being released is being met. Now they just need to bottle feed. All babies lose weight in the first week or so and I am proud to announce that all of them are back to their birth weight as of yesterday. Mia did lose some weight yesterday but she was moved from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;islet&lt;/span&gt; to the crib with her brothers Saturday and the nurses say that it is expected that she will lose some weight the first few days &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; she has to use her own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;energy&lt;/span&gt; to maintain her body heat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They are all so beautiful! When we go to feed they are usually awake and the feeling of them looking at you as if they know you and love every word that comes out of your mouth is so awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are a few pics. I will post updates as I get time. Headed to the hospital!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-2629942927110460384?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/2629942927110460384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-at-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/2629942927110460384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/2629942927110460384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-at-time.html' title='A Day at a Time'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SsDL655cq1I/AAAAAAAAASM/JU1zS-5K_as/s72-c/012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-4296461421915799097</id><published>2009-09-25T08:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T08:52:29.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few More Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrzHeCLDJ_I/AAAAAAAAARc/K1n06UJulrs/s1600-h/Daddy+holding+Mia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385398573221488626" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrzHeCLDJ_I/AAAAAAAAARc/K1n06UJulrs/s200/Daddy+holding+Mia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrzHdxbfb8I/AAAAAAAAARU/sF_TA-ayYBY/s1600-h/Mia+in+her+New+Hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385398568727048130" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrzHdxbfb8I/AAAAAAAAARU/sF_TA-ayYBY/s200/Mia+in+her+New+Hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia &amp;amp; Daddy ........................ Mia with her new hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrzGyCfC_DI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CcgfzYvEs4s/s1600-h/Mia+Censored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385397817391119410" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrzGyCfC_DI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CcgfzYvEs4s/s200/Mia+Censored.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrzGyQOjHYI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/2xQHWGuCfVo/s1600-h/193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385397821080018306" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrzGyQOjHYI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/2xQHWGuCfVo/s200/193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrzGxvzvnGI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ONrQe-XVyuY/s1600-h/Jevin+Censored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385397812377656418" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrzGxvzvnGI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ONrQe-XVyuY/s200/Jevin+Censored.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..............Mia..............................Deuce............................Jevin ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrzGyiA4LxI/AAAAAAAAARE/MhTwFQSGUvE/s1600-h/Mia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385397825854517010" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrzGyiA4LxI/AAAAAAAAARE/MhTwFQSGUvE/s200/Mia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrzHdU1_JFI/AAAAAAAAARM/7IpyfLJL1dE/s1600-h/Jevin+and+Deuce.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385398561053549650" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrzHdU1_JFI/AAAAAAAAARM/7IpyfLJL1dE/s200/Jevin+and+Deuce.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia ....................................&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Deuce &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few more pics for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;. I had to censor a few so their junk wasn't showing, but as you can see they were all screaming their faces off when they were first born. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are all still doing very well. I will update everyone after we visit them today. Hopefully Mia is doing better with her body temp. Also the boys are not holding down their food as well as they were at a lower volume of feeding so they are getting their feedings over an hour period to help them digest better. Every 2 feedings they try to increase the amount they give them until they get them to the desired volume. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; is too funny. Yesterday he threw-up after his feeding and he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; mad...he cried for at least 10 minutes &amp;amp; at the top of his lungs at that. Deuce threw-up at almost the same time and could have cared less. He fell right back to sleep without a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;squeek&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-4296461421915799097?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/4296461421915799097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/09/few-more-pics.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/4296461421915799097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/4296461421915799097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/09/few-more-pics.html' title='A Few More Pics'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrzHeCLDJ_I/AAAAAAAAARc/K1n06UJulrs/s72-c/Daddy+holding+Mia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-204891090023718664</id><published>2009-09-24T19:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:37:13.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrwdJDp1dRI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Z9LUo-ij5UY/s1600-h/213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385211295865074962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrwdJDp1dRI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Z9LUo-ij5UY/s200/213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My 2 boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrwdIhs85eI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Vym9XcucIXw/s1600-h/Deuce+J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385211286751340002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrwdIhs85eI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Vym9XcucIXw/s200/Deuce+J.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deuce Jay Thompson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrwdIJ7GI8I/AAAAAAAAAQU/vk2_jmKEPuw/s1600-h/212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385211280368214978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrwdIJ7GI8I/AAAAAAAAAQU/vk2_jmKEPuw/s200/212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shamil&lt;/span&gt; Thompson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrwdH8fk5CI/AAAAAAAAAQM/DhXnJE0WMx8/s1600-h/199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385211276763128866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrwdH8fk5CI/AAAAAAAAAQM/DhXnJE0WMx8/s200/199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mia Kay Thompson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrwdHuqIj1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/Mby1ZHk-97Q/s1600-h/182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385211273049313106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrwdHuqIj1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/Mby1ZHk-97Q/s200/182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 3 of them 9/22/09 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well as most already know, The Thompson Trio has arrived. They were born Tuesday, September 22, 2009 @ 12:30 and 12:31. Mia first, then Deuce, both @ 12:30. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; arrived at 12:31. No amount of words can explain the experience. They all came out just screaming to the top of their lungs...Good news since they are all able to breath without any assistance. All of them are able to breath on their own. They are having some troubles sucking, swallowing, and breathing at the same time so they do have feeding tubes, but they are bottle fed each feeding for practice really. As of today the boys are in a crib together and Mia is in an incubator &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; she is having a hard time holding her body temperature. Other then that, they are very healthy and I can't ask for a better out come health wise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, I am sure everyone is wondering what happened... I had my regular OB appointment on Tuesday morning and I felt fine that morning. I got up, took a shower, and got ready with no worries. Then I got to the doctors office waiting room and felt...weird. Not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; like I was in labor, just odd. So, I go back and they hooked me up to the monitor and low and behold there were contractions on that thing! Then the doctor comes back to check me and I am dilated to a 3...maybe a 4! Off to labor and delivery I go. This all happened in a matter of 3 1/2 hours and I had 3 really cool babies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-204891090023718664?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/204891090023718664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/09/blessed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/204891090023718664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/204891090023718664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/09/blessed.html' title='Blessed!'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrwdJDp1dRI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Z9LUo-ij5UY/s72-c/213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-8774827106208681824</id><published>2009-09-18T18:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:29:49.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Mia's Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrQXUQgZFiI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Ch1D6CygW80/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrQXUN2x13I/AAAAAAAAAP0/3UFm892S2E4/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382953090698827634" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrQXUN2x13I/AAAAAAAAAP0/3UFm892S2E4/s200/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrQXTrk4QCI/AAAAAAAAAPs/T8XNmEWxxBM/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382953081496944674" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrQXTrk4QCI/AAAAAAAAAPs/T8XNmEWxxBM/s200/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrQXTY8T46I/AAAAAAAAAPk/-YH7IwAoPXU/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382953076494951330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrQXTY8T46I/AAAAAAAAAPk/-YH7IwAoPXU/s200/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided since the boys got their own post, Mia deserved to have her own. Her room is as finished as it can get until she arrives. Cute, cute, cute. Also, thanks to CeCe for all her help!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-8774827106208681824?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/8774827106208681824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/09/miss-mias-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/8774827106208681824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/8774827106208681824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/09/miss-mias-room.html' title='Miss Mia&apos;s Room'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrQXUN2x13I/AAAAAAAAAP0/3UFm892S2E4/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-3958425089097532346</id><published>2009-09-18T17:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T08:54:28.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Might as well call it 34 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrQV8IGTGXI/AAAAAAAAAPc/6E9uvoFSwA4/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382951577324820850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrQV8IGTGXI/AAAAAAAAAPc/6E9uvoFSwA4/s200/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well a week and 3 doctor's appointments later, I guess I will post something. Who would have guessed, but word on the street is that I will be delivering at 36 weeks unless by some total freak accident, the triplets decide they would like to come before then. I had high risk appointment last week (which if you ask me we can discontinue at this point &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; obviously this is not a high risk pregnancy) things were Great! Had OB appointment Wednesday...things were Great! Had high risk appointment today...things were Great! I sound disappointed huh? I am and I am not...First I just am so dang impatient. I never expected to make it this far, and I just want to meet my babies something terrible. However, I know that deep down, I really want to make 36 weeks too. It's hard to explain. I truly truly with all my heart, mind, soul, and crippled body, want the healthiest babies I can have. It does give me great excitement that I can and probably will be able to bypass the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt; if I make it to 36 weeks. We found out today, the babies all weigh approximately 4 to 4 1/2 pounds with the margin of error. GO BABIES!!! 2 more weeks and they should be about 5 pounds. Is that not a miracle? I can't imagine how I will feel physically. This last week has been bringing new and uncomfortable pains into the picture. The boys seem to always be laying on top of my lower two rib bones. I have noticed considerably more back pains. I am also realizing the incredible abilities of the human body...well, my human body in particular. Being 5'3" and pushing 170 lb. I have managed to deal with this really well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So long story short, my delivery is scheduled for 10/6/09. I have no reason to think they will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;arrive&lt;/span&gt; before then the way things have went so far. Minimal contractions here and there, no dilating...I can't even get a 1 or 2 on the dilation scale...looks like they will be Libras. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I posted a pic of the 33 week belly...might as well call it the 34 week belly...I will be 34 weeks tomorrow. No close up though...I decided it is too yucky and someone might zoom in on my stretch marks...yuck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-3958425089097532346?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/3958425089097532346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/09/might-as-well-call-it-34-weeks.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/3958425089097532346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/3958425089097532346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/09/might-as-well-call-it-34-weeks.html' title='Might as well call it 34 Weeks'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SrQV8IGTGXI/AAAAAAAAAPc/6E9uvoFSwA4/s72-c/046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-8694033281187628747</id><published>2009-09-10T18:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:20:56.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No girls allowed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SqmJt42JNYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fmHwe_xmKqA/s1600-h/DSCN0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379982651317368194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SqmJt42JNYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fmHwe_xmKqA/s200/DSCN0266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SqmJtkU5MQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/pWHBtV7inqY/s1600-h/DSCN0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379982645809197314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SqmJtkU5MQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/pWHBtV7inqY/s200/DSCN0265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SqmJtBh8xxI/AAAAAAAAAPE/aOBYBwROdo0/s1600-h/DSCN0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379982636468717330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SqmJtBh8xxI/AAAAAAAAAPE/aOBYBwROdo0/s200/DSCN0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pics of the boys' room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-8694033281187628747?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/8694033281187628747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-girls-allowed.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/8694033281187628747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/8694033281187628747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-girls-allowed.html' title='No girls allowed!'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SqmJt42JNYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fmHwe_xmKqA/s72-c/DSCN0266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-5736316674764964573</id><published>2009-09-09T18:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:26:08.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>32 Weeks and strong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sqhh_ED9kuI/AAAAAAAAAO8/B_FcnycW8-Y/s1600-h/32+Weeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379657490944070370" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sqhh_ED9kuI/AAAAAAAAAO8/B_FcnycW8-Y/s200/32+Weeks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sqhh-9J2stI/AAAAAAAAAO0/LdYaEdUJ3LU/s1600-h/32+Wks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379657489089737426" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sqhh-9J2stI/AAAAAAAAAO0/LdYaEdUJ3LU/s200/32+Wks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sqhh-pS__BI/AAAAAAAAAOs/JaCbNuSlm2A/s1600-h/2009-09-09+11.55.34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379657483759385618" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sqhh-pS__BI/AAAAAAAAAOs/JaCbNuSlm2A/s200/2009-09-09+11.55.34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I have made it another week. Pretty amazing. All this time I have been told I just need to make it to 32 weeks so my expectations were that I would struggle to get 32 weeks in. It is kind of a bummer because 32 weeks is here and I don't have any babies, but I really want 34 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a doctor's appointment last Thursday and last Friday. All was well. No contractions, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dilating&lt;/span&gt;, etc. I had a doctor's appointment today and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dito&lt;/span&gt;. I am happy that nothing has changed, but it is slightly frustrating that week by week there is nothing exciting to blog about. I can just log on every week and say for an update see week 27, or 28, or, 30. Or I guess I could explain how I am this close to itching my belly skin off...(driving me crazy!!!!) or how last night I could not go to sleep for nothing and I needed to cry about it, or how, I had a doctor's appointment at 11:15 and had to sit in the waiting room until 11:45 and I probably would have cried if I didn't have Marcus sitting next to me to explain that I didn't know why, but I wanted to cry for waiting so long, but I was able to laugh it off. I don't know if I am getting close to the end and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hormones&lt;/span&gt; and emotions are changing or what, but how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have the boys' room finished. I will take some pics tomorrow and get them posted. I did post a belly pic of 32 weeks. The other pic is me at the doctor today hooked to the monitors. There is one for each babies heart beat, and one to monitor contractions. Look at all the wires. I told the nurse by the time she got done hooking me up, I was going to feel like a science project. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah! I got the results back from the fetal fiber something test that is supposed to predict if I will deliver in the next 2 weeks. It was negative!!!! The doctor told me today the results are more accurate when they are negative in a multiple pregnancy. So I have a 90% chance that I will not deliver in the next 2 weeks. Well, acually 2 weeks from last Thursday 9/3/09. Good news right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-5736316674764964573?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/5736316674764964573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/09/32-weeks-and-strong.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/5736316674764964573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/5736316674764964573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/09/32-weeks-and-strong.html' title='32 Weeks and strong'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sqhh_ED9kuI/AAAAAAAAAO8/B_FcnycW8-Y/s72-c/32+Weeks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-1118744087709772270</id><published>2009-09-01T17:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:40:06.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Weeks!!...(and 3 days)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sp2iOQPgiBI/AAAAAAAAAOk/VSNaY6kAJ68/s1600-h/31+Wks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376631895912122386" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sp2iOQPgiBI/AAAAAAAAAOk/VSNaY6kAJ68/s200/31+Wks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sp2iN4n53pI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NwL39GGbbc4/s1600-h/31+Weeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376631889571995282" style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sp2iN4n53pI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NwL39GGbbc4/s200/31+Weeks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my gosh ya'll! We have made it to 31 weeks with no complications! I think I have 2 or 3 more weeks in me. 35 weeks would be awesome but 4 weeks sounds like such a long time. I am not sure I can handle 4 more weeks. I would do it for the kiddos though. Whatever it takes to give them the best possible chances of being completely healthy. Well nearly whatever it takes...I am sure I could be more confined to the couch then what I have been. However, let me clarify, I have done pretty pretty good sitting on my butt for the most part. It is hard to be strong willed enough to follow doctors instructions 100%. Especially because I want so badly to help Marcus manage our life, our home, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also heard from the doctor's office Monday about the test that the doctor did Thursday. Turns out the lab was not able to run the test, and the test was time sensitive so they could not run the test Monday because too much time had passed. I will see a different doctor this week just to meet the other doctors at my doctor's office in case my OB is not on call when I deliver. Then next week I will see Dr. Silver again and her nurse said she will rerun the test next week...However, if you think about it, next week I will be close to 34 weeks when I go in for my appointment. I am pretty sure I will be delivering within 2 weeks from next Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our furniture finally finally FINALLY got here. After a month...We were originally told we would be receiving our furniture July 16th, if not no later then July 29. Our furniture arrived August 29th. The furniture store did deliver and set up the cribs for us so that was one less thing that Marcus needed to plan for. The furniture is beautiful! I love it. It kind of finalizes this whole adventure in some odd way. I can't keep myself out of their rooms. Just to imagine little babies in their cribs. Our 2 other bedrooms finally feel like our kids rooms. I will post pictures soon...once everything is situated and the bedding is on (way cute by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High risk and OB appointments Thursday. Talk to you later this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-1118744087709772270?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/1118744087709772270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/09/31-weeksand-3-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/1118744087709772270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/1118744087709772270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/09/31-weeksand-3-days.html' title='31 Weeks!!...(and 3 days)'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sp2iOQPgiBI/AAAAAAAAAOk/VSNaY6kAJ68/s72-c/31+Wks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-4337801950697537177</id><published>2009-08-29T09:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T09:32:26.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing...Growing...Growing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-38222fd256fd9db0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D38222fd256fd9db0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333197776%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A6208C5D4EB82AF225FB72FF3871B4D128B9EF7.7B8BA71FD33E4B0391729C4C1D7F9031458144F4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D38222fd256fd9db0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbGxz5NZKrsqIe9poxu5zaTclHW4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D38222fd256fd9db0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333197776%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A6208C5D4EB82AF225FB72FF3871B4D128B9EF7.7B8BA71FD33E4B0391729C4C1D7F9031458144F4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D38222fd256fd9db0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbGxz5NZKrsqIe9poxu5zaTclHW4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought it would be cool if everyone could see a progression of pics of the belly from about 14 weeks until now.  I do have pics from earlier on, but they are not on my lap top so I started at 14 weeks.  Kind of crazy to see the changes over the last 3 months. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a doctors appointment Thursday.  No contractions, just some uterine irritability...uh yeah! Your uterus would be pretty irritated too with six arms and six legs, doing hand stands and who knows what else in there.  Since my appointment with the specialist showed my cervix shortening again, Dr. Silver ran a test to show the likelihood of me delivering in the next 2 weeks.  I won't have the test results back until Monday, but hope that it is negative!  If it is positive, it still doesn't mean that I positively will deliver in the next 2 weeks, but it does raise a bit of an eyebrow.  If the results are negative, just gives the doctor and us a little reassurance, but again, doesn't mean that I can't or wont deliver for 2 weeks.  If the results are positive, Dr. Silver said that she will go ahead and start meds that will stop or prevent contractions.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until next time...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-4337801950697537177?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=38222fd256fd9db0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/4337801950697537177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/08/growinggrowinggrowing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/4337801950697537177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/4337801950697537177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/08/growinggrowinggrowing.html' title='Growing...Growing...Growing...'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-5329582579477265871</id><published>2009-08-25T13:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T14:25:25.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Weeks</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so it has been almost 2 weeks since my last post. I am sure everyone is curious about what has been going on. Honestly...not much. My doctors appointments have been going pretty well. I have been going weekly to the OB, and I spend about 20 minutes hooked to a contraction monitor thingy. I have had some little hills here and there on the monitor that look as though they might possibly be contractions, but they are not regular enough to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;warrant&lt;/span&gt; any worry, and I am not dilated at all. Again, it is just a week at a time now. I have already had my steroid shots for the babies lungs. The only thing that will happen at this point is &lt;strong&gt;IF&lt;/strong&gt; I do start to have regular contractions with in 10 minutes of each other, I will need to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; to stop them. Last week my sonogram showed my cervix has shrank some, but the doctor said "At this point, who cares?!?" So as long as she isn't concerned, I won't be either. While I am still a few weeks from our goal of 32 weeks, if they were to come at this point they have 90% chance of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;survival&lt;/span&gt;. As of the 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Mia and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; weigh 2lb and 13oz, and Deuce weighs 3lb and 1oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I haven't posted any pics in a while either. I guess since this belly is hooked to my body, I don't realize that it has grown much. Boy was I wrong! Check this out!! This is my birthday belly shot! Turned 33 yesterday and this is my 30 week belly. I think every thing about it is yucky! As you can see, I got all dressed up for my special day. I was going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt; off the stretch marks, but at this point why should I really care...I am posting pics to my blog that I would normally never even show my husband so oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SpQ0Ty-ne3I/AAAAAAAAAN4/h78mlN6GZfg/s1600-h/30wks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373977770066410354" style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SpQ0Ty-ne3I/AAAAAAAAAN4/h78mlN6GZfg/s200/30wks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SpQ0UXYxi6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/kpgjt2crfTQ/s1600-h/30+wks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373977779839798178" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SpQ0UXYxi6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/kpgjt2crfTQ/s200/30+wks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am still hanging in there. I have had momentary periods of emotional break downs. Very few though. Last week I was taking a shower and it finally hit me...my last few weeks of non-motherhood would be spent in these four walls of my house. My daily soap is quite possibly the highlight of my day. I can't go shopping, run around town, sweep my own floor, do my own dishes, or hardly anything for that matter. So, I got me a good cry in. Then I felt completely selfish. Like, really? Here I am, sad about all the things I can't do? Can't I just happy for the fact that I have had a good, healthy pregnancy, and deep down, don't I really want what is best for them? Of course! So, I got over myself after 20 minutes or so. Then yesterday, Marcus took me to breakfast for my birthday. Then we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; to look at rugs. It was not fun. I quickly decided that I would rather not shop after all. And of course, I thought I could walk to the rugs so I didn't get the buggy. I quickly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;regretted&lt;/span&gt; that decision! After 5 minutes, I was ready to go! It wasn't going to be an actual shopping spree by all means, just run in see what rugs they have and leave, but that was still too much for me. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; would rather be at home. I don't know exactly what it is...if I just haven't been very mobile for 6 weeks, or if I really just can't tote these babies around. Probably a combination of both. Well enjoy the post. Hopefully I won't be so lazy these next few weeks, but I can't promise anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!  Don't forget to post you guess for the babies birth date...scroll down a bit and add your comments if you haven't done so already.  My sister's man guessed the 28th I think...how nervous do you think that makes me?  28th...throwing that out there in the universe like that...better not jinx me or I will take my guitar back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-5329582579477265871?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/5329582579477265871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/08/30-weeks.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/5329582579477265871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/5329582579477265871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/08/30-weeks.html' title='30 Weeks'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SpQ0Ty-ne3I/AAAAAAAAAN4/h78mlN6GZfg/s72-c/30wks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-3179228504692996547</id><published>2009-08-13T11:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:45:30.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Little Update</title><content type='html'>The doctors appointment went well yesterday. The monitor didn't show any true contractions, but there were some little tiny hills that would suggest there is some "uterine activity" which can cause contractions. I did take a steroid shot yesterday and went back this morning for my second shot to mature the babies lungs, So I am sure they are in there just "practicing" breathing like crazy. It is crazy that a few little shots can prep their lungs so quickly for life outside. It sure makes me feel better about the fact that they could come anytime (hopefully not till September) and they have a better chance at being healthy. I will say the shot itself does not feel too good when it is injected and about 10 minutes after it is injected. Stings like heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The babies have been moving like crazy lately. It seems when one stops another starts. There still are the few hours of complete quiet, but sometimes, even though I feel bad, just wish they would lay still. Then again, I am glad at the same time they are so active. When I start to feel as though they haven't been as active as normal, I start to get worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, sleep for myself has definitely become a chore. I haven't slept all that well for a while but here lately it has nearly driven me to insanity. I don't know that I sleep for more than 30 minutes at a time. The left side hurts, the right side hurts, I definitely can't lay on my back. I get this hot feeling running through my spine similar to the time I almost passed out at the doctors office, so I am sure my circulation is not good on my back, and the feeling through my spine is not comfortable. I don't know what to do. I wish I could sleep on my tummy like I used to 6 months ago, but that is out of the question. Ugh! I guess this is natures way of preparing me to be up most the night for the first few months of motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see everyone is starting to get their guesses going. Some have a strategy, very interesting...cool to read though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next Dr. Appointment is 8/20/09. I have the OB and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Perinatologist&lt;/span&gt; on the same day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-3179228504692996547?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/3179228504692996547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-little-update.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/3179228504692996547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/3179228504692996547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-little-update.html' title='Just a Little Update'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-3292167829358641886</id><published>2009-08-11T08:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:09:50.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess the triplets birthday!!</title><content type='html'>Hello! CeCe gave me a good idea to give everyone an opportunity to be a little more involved. The birth of the triplets is getting so close. As I am approaching 29 weeks, I thought it would be fun to let everyone guess what day you think the babies will be born. I will be 29 weeks on Saturday. I am expected, as of right now, to deliver around 32-35 weeks. So, everyone needs to post a comment on what day you think the babies will arrive. Click on comment and post your guess. I don't think you have to be a follower to comment. If your not a follower, make sure you leave your name in your comment so I know who guessed what. I will be putting everyone's guesses in my baby books. My guess is September 16th. Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry there will be no prize for the winning guess...unless we decide down the road to re-gift one of the triplets....not likely, but you never know ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-3292167829358641886?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/3292167829358641886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/08/guess-triplets-birthday.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/3292167829358641886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/3292167829358641886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/08/guess-triplets-birthday.html' title='Guess the triplets birthday!!'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-193279144692120721</id><published>2009-08-07T18:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:46:08.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>27 Weeks!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SnzKR12BgII/AAAAAAAAANw/BHcaWN6sbQM/s1600-h/IMG00404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367387263779045506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SnzKR12BgII/AAAAAAAAANw/BHcaWN6sbQM/s200/IMG00404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SnzJ_xx7o8I/AAAAAAAAANo/_cYqpEz1TYY/s1600-h/27wks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367386953450496962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SnzJ_xx7o8I/AAAAAAAAANo/_cYqpEz1TYY/s200/27wks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've made it to 27 weeks and it is looking promising that I will make it to at least 32 weeks. Actually tomorrow, I will be 28 weeks. My appointment with the perinatologist went well. My cervix hasn't shortened anymore, but &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SnzIUwkxFLI/AAAAAAAAANg/olgKGj72vlI/s1600-h/IMG00404.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there is some funneling. Funneling is where the top of my cervix shows a funnel shaped opening when pressure is applied to my uterus, but Dr. Brown-Elliot seems to be optimistic that I am going to get to the next milestone. She said she was &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SnzIUn9Pv1I/AAAAAAAAANY/8BIDjIeTztY/s1600-h/27wks.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;worried when she decided to put me on bed rest, but is happy with the decision to do so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an appointment with the OB afterwards. The toco monitor looked as though I might have had a few contractions, but she feels this is expected. I didn't feel them if they were really contractions. I haven't had any real pains that I would be concerned about. Dr. Silver just said if I do feel like I am having contractions and they last more than a minute to let her know. I will probably be doing my steroid shots next week. Just in case. If I happen to make it to 35 weeks then I will probably take another set of steroid shots as the ones next week will only be effective for about 4 weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little people in there have went from ever so gentle punches to showing me how well they are growing and like to give me a real good kick or punch every now and then. And several times throughout the day they have shown me how they have become miniature contortionists. They like to get in this awful position that is very uncomfortable in which I politely ask them to please please just move back to a place in mommy's belly that will be most comfortable for the both of us. And very good news, Mia is 2lb 6oz, Deuce is 2lb 8oz, and Jevin is 2lb 3oz. All of them, according to the paper work from Dr. Brown, showed to be in around the 50th percentile. Not too bad huh? The sono was also too cute. Jevin was in there munching. You could see his cute little lips moving like he was chewing. It was so cute. Mia was practicing her breathing skills. You could see here belly rise and fall. Deuce...wants to keep all of his tricks secret. Of course he is never in a good position to be very visible. Truly, there is just not much room left in there. Baby parts are everywhere! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted a few pics. One is a pic CeCe took while she baby sat me Thursday. The other is a picture of me on the scooter at Walmart. A little self conscious, riding around on a motorized buggy and all, but have to do what you have to do I guess. At least I got out of the house... I really can't get around all that well without getting winded anyways. Walking up or down my stairs leaves me out of breath. I thought this to be odd, but if you think that all of your abdominal organs are pushed into your chest, it only makes sense I would have a reduced lung capacity. I don't frequent the stairs. Only once in the morning as I journey to my favorite couch and once at night to go to bed. I get enough movement back and forth to the restroom all day long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have an OB appointment next Wednesday. I go back to the specialist on 8/20. Wish us luck! We need at least 32 weeks gestation! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-193279144692120721?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/193279144692120721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/08/27-weeks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/193279144692120721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/193279144692120721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/08/27-weeks.html' title='27 Weeks!!'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SnzKR12BgII/AAAAAAAAANw/BHcaWN6sbQM/s72-c/IMG00404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-7589367343418899897</id><published>2009-08-04T12:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:31:53.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Passed!</title><content type='html'>I just found out I passed the three hour glucose test from Friday.  Not sure why I failed the first one.  Must have been the half a dozen yummy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chocolaty&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;butterscotchy&lt;/span&gt;, cookie bars I ate Sunday.  Oh well,  the good news is I don't have gestational diabetes!!  Thank goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed rest is still going well.  I do wish I was able to still do the things I used to.  It is hard accepting that I shouldn't be doing dishes or housework.  It makes me feel bad even having Marcus be the primary person responsible for making sure all the things around the house get done.  He doesn't complain a bit, but I wish I could be of some assistance.  As I get further along, it really sets in that I have to do everything in my power to protect the babies, and it just isn't in my best interest to be up and around.  Things can change at any moment.  Instead of being excited for my Dr. Appointments, I am now nervous.  I think, as I am approaching 28 weeks, these babies can come at anytime, and as I have learned, a great visit last time, doesn't mean the next visit will be the same.  I do a pretty good job of laying on the couch all day though.  Marcus and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CeCe&lt;/span&gt; have tried to come up with things to keep me occupied.  I still have my sanity.  I have had a day here and there where I have been slightly emotional about being so confined, but it passes quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking quite a bit lately about how I really need to take the time to cherish this time of my life.  I will never experience pregnancy again, and I am certainly blessed that I have been given the opportunity to experience it now.  Some friends of our asked me if the pregnancy has been enjoyable, and I responded, "Not really."  Aside from getting to feel the babies move and the early excitement of seeing the little people on the sonograms, I haven't really sat back and "enjoyed" the pregnancy.  I have had an easy pregnancy until recently, and truly it hasn't been a bad pregnancy as of recent.  I have had minor aches, pains, and struggled a bit to get around for some time, but I guess I just haven't stopped to realize how precious this really is. So my goal for the next 5-7 weeks is to focus on all the special things about being blessed with this pregnancy. I used to pray for Jesus to allow me this experience, and  I am afraid I will forget what it was like after this is all over with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you later this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-7589367343418899897?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/7589367343418899897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-passed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/7589367343418899897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/7589367343418899897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-passed.html' title='I Passed!'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-4584825053191357681</id><published>2009-07-31T14:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T14:31:09.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Test</title><content type='html'>So I went in this morning at 8:30.  I had to fast from midnight on.  Nothing but water.  Not too bad beens I go to bed pretty early.  The hard part is not having my morning cup of coffee, but anyways, they drew blood...there is one poke (Well actually 2 pokes...lost the vein the first poke).  I drank the nasty orange sugar drink.  This time it was twice the strength as the drink from Monday.  YUUUUUCKY!!  Then I had to wait an hour, and they drew blood again...3 pokes.  They look for a blood glucose level under 180 after the first hour.  Then I had to sit and wait another hour.  So I sat and stared at the walls, did some eaves dropping, and burped yummy orange sugar.  10:35 came around and time for poke 4.  Not sure what the level should be after 2 hours, but back to staring at the walls for 1 more hour.  My last poke was at 11:35, and I was finally able to leave...and eat!! I will not know the results from today's screening until Monday, but I am sure I will look like a heroin addict for the next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Marcus I thought I should be processing sugars pretty well considering my diet consists of one soda a day, coffee with cream and sugar, anything you can put maple syrup on, or any breakfast food that goes well with 2 tablespoons of sugar, a bowl of Ice cream at least once a day, yummy 7-11 Slurpees, and lots of cookies.   Every meal needs a desert!  I just can't help myself!  Well we will see if my glucose screening was a fluke on Monday.  Hopefully I passed today with flying colors.  I think I might almost rather take insulin then give up chocolate ice cream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-4584825053191357681?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/4584825053191357681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/07/test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/4584825053191357681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/4584825053191357681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/07/test.html' title='The Test'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-3974135889720975840</id><published>2009-07-30T19:16:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:39:54.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>26 weeks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SnI4Tmz4VgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/f1XJ8ghO-GY/s1600-h/26+weeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364412015638500866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SnI4Tmz4VgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/f1XJ8ghO-GY/s200/26+weeks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SnI4TqesK9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/EuasaLc_Eoc/s1600-h/26wks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364412016623365074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SnI4TqesK9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/EuasaLc_Eoc/s200/26wks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SnI4TxMQdGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/iNBL2iEAOD8/s1600-h/26+wks.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SnI4TxMQdGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/iNBL2iEAOD8/s1600-h/26+wks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364412018425099362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SnI4TxMQdGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/iNBL2iEAOD8/s200/26+wks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SnI4TxMQdGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/iNBL2iEAOD8/s1600-h/26+wks.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SnI4TxMQdGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/iNBL2iEAOD8/s1600-h/26+wks.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SnI4TxMQdGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/iNBL2iEAOD8/s1600-h/26+wks.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SnI4TxMQdGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/iNBL2iEAOD8/s1600-h/26+wks.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I missed 25 weeks. Very sorry. But no worries, here I am in my too small T and my way too big boy shorts or as Hayden would call them, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Markie&lt;/span&gt; pants. This has become my daily attire. Now that I am not able to work anymore, there is no need to spend any more $ on maternity clothing just to lay on my couch everyday. I will try to find something some what presentable to go to the doctor in as I still do have some self conscious tendencies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the first two weeks have not been too too bad so far. I do look forward to doctor's appointments since this is nearly the only time I get to leave my home. I keep trying to tell myself that I just have to make it 5-7 more weeks. This is all for the babies. This is all for the babies. This is all for the babies. Thankfully, I do still have permission for some limited mobility. I can go to the restroom and make myself a quick meal. So, at this point I am not completely confined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My appointment on Monday was fine. I had the glucose screening, which I just found out earlier today that I failed. This screening is to test for gestational diabetes and what they look for are sugars under 140. I was 146...Seriously?! So I go in tomorrow morning for a 3 hour screening to retest my blood sugars. Nice!! Other than that, I had no contractions show on the monitor and it still doesn't appear I have dilated any. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bad news for right now is I have began to develop stretch marks. Can you believe it? I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; disappointed. I have religiously put on the magic belly potion for 25 weeks and had not seen any sign of them. Then beginning maybe Saturday or so, my skin kept hurting off and on all day. So of course, trying to look and see if I could tell why it was hurting, I found them! The only way I can explain the pain is...You know how you have set on a leather (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pleather&lt;/span&gt;) seat and ripped your skin off of it after sitting there for a while. Ouch! So off and on throughout the day I have this aching tight belly skin...I knew weeks ago I didn't have much left to accommodate three little growing babies in there, but I was still being completely optimistic. I am sure once they arrive, all of the pain and marks they leave me with won't matter at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will let ya'll know how it goes tomorrow. I am going to have her check for contractions again while I am in there. Yesterday I had some weird pains along my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-3974135889720975840?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/3974135889720975840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/07/26-weeks.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/3974135889720975840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/3974135889720975840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/07/26-weeks.html' title='26 weeks...'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SnI4Tmz4VgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/f1XJ8ghO-GY/s72-c/26+weeks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-4441832907055119675</id><published>2009-07-22T20:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:44:51.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok Momma!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sme6uZuTsXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9jhEvy4hJ_M/s1600-h/Mia+7_1_09p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361459187749728626" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sme6uZuTsXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9jhEvy4hJ_M/s200/Mia+7_1_09p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sme6uCITkzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_RhtQ2hEWRA/s1600-h/Deuce+7_13_09p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361459181416321842" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sme6uCITkzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_RhtQ2hEWRA/s200/Deuce+7_13_09p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sme6uFwaw6I/AAAAAAAAAMA/XYTqw_pZcF8/s1600-h/Jevin+7_13_09p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361459182389871522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sme6uFwaw6I/AAAAAAAAAMA/XYTqw_pZcF8/s200/Jevin+7_13_09p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; momma. You wanted to see yet another profile pic of the babies. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sono&lt;/span&gt; of Mia is from the beginning of July because the appointment on 7/13/09, all I have is a shot of the spine. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sono's&lt;/span&gt; of Deuce and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jevin&lt;/span&gt; are from 7/13/09 and too cute. It appears that there are little tiny bubbles in front of their faces but these are their finger tips. You can count them, one, two, three, four, five little fingers. So anyways, you can check out the noses on the boys. Possibly mine...maybe not...it won't be long before we will know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, the appointment yesterday went well. Things look better. My cervix has lengthened a bit so that is good. The bad thing however, is that when you put pressure on my belly you could see the top of my cervix start to open. I am not sure whether I should be worried or not. Of course I know that I shouldn't worry and create undo stress on myself, but the doctor did mention she was worried about me last week. Like I mentioned earlier, Dr. Brown-Elliot was very composed last week, and it was a surprise to me to hear that she had mentioned the hospital to my OB. So, who's to say she isn't worried this week and just very professional. Never the less, it proves that I don't need to be on my feet more then I have to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, one weeks of bed rest down, hopefully about 8 more to go. (I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; I am saying that.) But truly, no matter the mental state I will be in from hardly leaving the house, and horrible day-time television, it is what is best if we want the healthiest babies possible. It's not about me at this point. It's all about the babies and giving them the best start at life we possibly can given the circumstances. I am hoping to keep myself in good spirits for the duration of the bed rest thing. When I had knee surgery, I did feel like I was going a little crazy looking at the same wine colored walls for over a week and nothing but bathroom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;privileges&lt;/span&gt;. I would get slightly emotional here and there...but so far so good. It hasn't been too bad. I have found ways to occupy my time. It has given me some time to reflect on the reality of the whole situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My next appointment is Monday. I will be doing the glucose screening to check for gestational diabetes. I think I am good there...We will find out. Well, that is all for now. I will have a 25 week pic for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; in a day or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-4441832907055119675?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/4441832907055119675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok-momma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/4441832907055119675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/4441832907055119675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok-momma.html' title='Ok Momma!!'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sme6uZuTsXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9jhEvy4hJ_M/s72-c/Mia+7_1_09p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758598393358184716.post-1593709140670677279</id><published>2009-07-16T19:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:41:30.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sl_EB2xvVuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/-5NJrk4d_7Q/s1600-h/DSCN0186%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359217617757230818" style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sl_EB2xvVuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/-5NJrk4d_7Q/s200/DSCN0186%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sl_Dlo5HcsI/AAAAAAAAALw/-z498lLIizQ/s1600-h/DSCN0185%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359217132993737410" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sl_Dlo5HcsI/AAAAAAAAALw/-z498lLIizQ/s200/DSCN0185%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sl_DlNekrbI/AAAAAAAAALo/OwtqIKfd9jk/s1600-h/DSCN0187%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is. 24 weeks...whoa! It just doesn't look right does it? You will have to excuse my appearance, I am bed resting! Don't care to wear normal cloths or make-up at this point. Just be glad I have showered because that it getting uncomfortable too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we had a tiny little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;itsy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bitsy&lt;/span&gt; scare today. The OB called and wanted me to come in today. Well the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OB's&lt;/span&gt; secretary called...she didn't know why the doctor wanted to see me. She said she was just told to call and see if I could show up today at 1 or 1:30. We could only assume that Dr. Brown-Elliot had forwarded the information to Dr. Silver from Monday's appointment. We arrived and Dr. Silver had heard the news about the incredibly shrinking cervix and bed rest, and she wanted to monitor for contractions and check if I had dilated. So, I was hooked to the monitors for about 45 minutes, and thankfully there were no contractions and I haven't dilated. Dr. Silver informed me that her and Dr. Brown-Elliot had discussed the steroid injections and I might be taking those as early as next week, but if we can hold off until week 28 and there are no more negative changes in the cervix, that will be better. Then, Dr. Silver said that the high risk doctor also mentioned possible hospital bed rest. I am not so sure that we need to go there... I told Marcus that Dr. Brown-Elliot was pretty composed, and never mentioned the hospital to us on Monday so it didn't seem so serious. I know it is a little bit of a concern since this is the first time anything abnormal has come up, and the doctors are just trying to stay a step ahead of the triplets, which is a reassuring, but just pray Tuesday, there are no more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;surprises&lt;/span&gt;. I now have both Dr's appointments on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758598393358184716-1593709140670677279?l=thompson-trio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/feeds/1593709140670677279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/07/24-weeks.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/1593709140670677279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758598393358184716/posts/default/1593709140670677279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thompson-trio.blogspot.com/2009/07/24-weeks.html' title='24 Weeks'/><author><name>Trio Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11489830511454177248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/SjmPQS5_6UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yDHrEPEd418/S220/0613thompson063_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05lkOVf5ldk/Sl_EB2xvVuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/-5NJrk4d_7Q/s72-c/DSCN0186%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175859
