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Rock n roll part 2

In which we learn that an inner craving for rock n roll, no matter how innocent in the beginning, inevitably leads to corruption and debauchery.

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May 11, 2011 at 7:32 pm 2 comments

You wish you had triplets

…but I confess that the alternate title to this post is “Don’t Try This At Home”

May 5, 2010 at 8:13 pm 3 comments

Walkin’ man blues

I count somewhere between 14 and 16 steps here. And we have a winner… (Satch)

[another, longer and most excellent vid will follow pretty soon]

May 4, 2010 at 6:28 pm 2 comments

Fear Factor

Okay, in truth there’s nothing to be frightened of. Just the abyss. Big Al is taking her arty self to the big city, by which I mean, of course, Long Island City, for a solo show of her wares, and Papa the Intrepid will mind the store and the gentle angels until she returns at the end of the week. Originally we had thought to hoist the toddlers (am I jumping the gun?) into the van and bring our whole road show south, but rational thought got the better of us. You can’t imagine just what it means to pack that van for a troubadour adventure of any length. Between the pack n plays, triple stroller, cases of bibs and sweaters and onesies and outerwear, food of various stripes, sippy cups, not to mention Big Al’s art this time out, it turned into a non-starter. I will be home, while my more worldly half hobnobs and sips suds with the cultural elite down New York way. I can handle it.

But just in case, and given the clear reality-show elements of the situation, you know, doophus dad alone in old farmhouse with triplets for half a week, I thought it might be profitable…er…fun, to rev up the old blog again and chart my progress, or demise. I have T minus 36 odd hours till go-time, not panicked yet.

The way I see it, the real challenge will be in the mornings. More often than not, I get up first, rouse the kids, scour their bottoms, shuttle them down the stairs, feed the cat, start the oatmeal, buy silence, or muffled groans, with cheerios, fry up a sausage or an omelet, cool the oatmeal, start the coffee, empty the dishwasher, and then transfer the oatmeal and sausage to the kiddy bowls each day. But at that point, Big Al walks guiltily in the room and takes over, feeding the boys, cleaning up what’s left to clean, and heralding the ship onward toward nap #1 at 9 or 9:30. I enjoy the macho buzz of being able to keep all those balls in the air, but I’m also terrifically grateful when I see the boys’ eyes light up at the vision of their groggy mama in the doorway. From that point on I sip coffee, stumble around stupidly, maybe plunk out a few Beatle tunes on the piano.

It’s the not having that relief that’s going to be tricky. Our life is basically a succession of “ons” and “offs.” You’re on, now you’re off. You’ve been on all morning, why don’t you be off for a while now? Uh, you’ve been off for a long, long time, now you’re on. It buys us sanity. So I don’t anticipate any single aspect of the alone-with-clones time to be particularly trying in isolation…it’s just the lack of backup, relief, a desperate jaunt to the grocery shop for graham crackers. To be fair, we will have a Jen a few hours each day while Al’s gone, so it won’t be quite all that relentless (and some laundry has at least a chance of getting done).

Anyhoo, stay tuned to see just what your host is made of.

January 10, 2010 at 11:15 pm 5 comments

Boo!

Happy Halloween

October 31, 2009 at 8:41 pm 1 comment

Birthday

Hip hip hurray for Papa and happy birthday.

Happy Birthday Papa.

The boys with some help from Meema and Mom decided to send their first birthday wishes. Happy birthday from all of us. Posted by big mama

May 18, 2009 at 8:41 am 2 comments

New friends for May!

new friends

new friends

Alas this blog is just not designed for landscape-oriented photos. I think if you click on the above beauty you’ll see a slightly better version of the boys and their old friends George (pink bib) and Oliver (green bib), who were born one day before the trio in the very same place. You can read all about their exploits here. (and you can even see a better oriented version of this pic). George and Ollie’s folks are Aysha and Ben, and they share something of an understanding of the challenges and joys of launching clones upon the world. We had a swell time with them, exchanging tales of doody and spitup and smiles and rolling over over bagels and outstanding coffee. Through no fault of the coffee served – this was last Sunday – I’ve since quit the stuff. On Facebook I learned the term is officially “coffee vacation,” since I plan to start up again in about three or ten months. Had a couple of days of headache and lethargy, but now have emerged out the other end feeling pure. The boys had become my excuse (of course I need four, five, or six cups a day, I’ve got triplets!!). Now it’s a cup of black tea and then the herbal.

We have some more funny pictures of boys eating rice cereal with peas, a neverending source of amusement, and even some photos of boys smiling and laughing. If I had that cord, or that camera, or the wherewithal (where DOES one get wherewithal), I’d show and not tell, but for the moment the tell will have to suffice. They smile and laugh now and it’s the darndest thing. I.O.U proof.

More soon. ‘member what I said about April? It was busy. Now it’s May and we professor types start to live off the fat of de land.

May 2, 2009 at 8:52 am 2 comments

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