Almost A Year…

It’s been just over 9 months since these little boys graced our lives with their presence. Can you believe it?? It’s insane to think that in a few short months, they’ll be a year old. I now understand why they say take as many photos as you can and enjoy every moment. The first year really does become a blur after a while…

Although they came just shy of 2 months early, Hubbz & I’ve been truly blessed. Not once have they fallen behind, they’ve stayed on track. It could always be worse and in no way are we out of the woods just yet. But to make it to this point with no real issues (other than Reflux & Laryngomlacia), I call that a blessing!

What’s it like you ask?

Well, to tell you the truth… it’s a circus! My house is not as chaotic as some, but damn near. I chose to not go the nanny route, after firing my first one. I just felt that a) it wasn’t my style & b) it’s so hard to find someone who you can trust. Daycare was out of the question from the beginning, as I only wanted something part-time and for multiples, there weren’t many in my area that offered that from infancy. So, by the time all was said and done, we decided I’d stay home and (since I already semi-worked out of my home office) take care of the boys. Having said that, I don’t have help. Wherever I go, it’s just me and the boys. Unless Hubbz is home from the field, then it’ll vary. It’s a never-ending spectacle, to which I truly despise. I think most people can see the “warning” label on my forehead well before they even reach me to ask if they’re twins or not. I say twins, because I think most are scared to ask if they’re really triplets. Yet, everyone drops their jaws in angst when I confirm those fears…. LOL

So sorry for the delay in posting. A lot has been taking precedence in my life. Of course the boys, trying to get my pre-pregnancy body back (which I might add is extremely difficult, no matter how fit you were prior), becoming a brand/product tester, and even leading a multiples meetup group. Yeah, tell me about it. A lot! I’ll tell you more about how the group came to be in another post…..

I’m so grateful for all of the support from all of you….even those still in throes of things. As I’ve said countless times before, I’m still here with you. I’m not different, still struggling with IF, and still keeping up with your goings on. I’m here. You can ALWAYS find me. ;) I’ve found friends in so many of you, I can’t imagine life without y’all…regardless of where we’re at on our paths.

I’ve got a lot coming up that will be highlighted on this blog. From starting another blog & adding a couple of new brands to my belt, to gearing up for my boys’ 1st Dr. Seuss themed birthday. Giveaways…yep! Fun, FREEBIES, and lots of Mommy approved – kid tested products. Big names too, so stay tuned!!

Be back shortly…

In the meantime, let me leave you with some 9-month eye candy! These photos were taken on a recent Zoo outing… Our FIRST to be exact.

What an experience that was!

The outing was nearly identical to that of a recent video that surfaced on the net. I’m including it for your entertaining purposes…..


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"J" loving his front row seat...

“J” loving his front row seat…


L to R: “Z” & “E” Chillin,” bringing up the rear! ;) (We all had socks & shoes at one point or another, but it was nice out so we let the little piggies breathe! ;)



Dearest Sophie…

What in tarnation ARE you & your friends laced with????


So. Good. Gnon, yummy.


Must. Have. More.


GNON. Chomp, chomp. Help me, I just. Can’t. Stop!


Mmmm. Sophie.


Must. Eat. Sophie. NOW!

All I hear all day long is “squeak, squeak, squeak.” The sound of teeth and gums against soft-laced pvc rubber. Yum.

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Birds Of A Feather Don’t Always Flock Together…

You know the old saying….

How many times have you been quick to judge so-and-so for marrying “Mr. Moneybags” when she came from nothing & “changed” once she did? Or what about accusing your significant other of doing the same dirty deeds that his/her friend does, just because they’re friends?

I know I have and sometimes still do..


What’s frustrating is how quick we turn our noses at those we find to be in categories we deem inadequate to be our own. Whether it be jealousy, envy, disgust..even if you fill in the adjective with whatever descriptive word suits you, it still won’t justify the action.

Ever since having triplets, I find myself being forced into a “club” of sorts that I could really care less to be in. I’m not an attention seeker and am far from flamboyant….wait. Maybe just a tad colorful, but not when it comes to demanding the spotlight. The last thing on my daily list of do’s & do nots is trying to show off. I have no desire to be in a group of classless people who choose to do nothing more than flaunt money in tasteless material garb and talk about others’ “less fortunate” lifestyle as it’s so tactlessly described.

Don’t get me wrong, I admire the colors in your Chanel sweater, but I can guarantee you with one snag, that sweater will become nothing more than a ball of yarn. ;-) I’ll gladly stick with my Dillard’s clearance rack or TJ Maxx find that-happens-to-be-one-or-two-seasons-ago Style, that’ll last me a lifetime. Not to mention, I drive the same damn vehicle as you (the less luxurious branded one) with half the cost, yet you somehow think you’re better than me? I think not! Besides…I enjoy It’s price tag way more than yours, & I’ll still have money left over for another, should I so desire to indulge.

But I digress.

I never took into consideration the celebrity status that goes along with have 3 babies at once. No offense twin mamas, but you’re sort of the norm these days… People always say they want or wished they’d had twins, but no one EVER says they want triplets. Everywhere I go, especially with kids in tow, it’s a spectacle. More like a circus freak show. And, I’m not the least bit entertained. Really. Seriously. Some places even mark up the cost of things as if I’m a dummy of sorts and have the “Mrs. Moneybags” label tattooed on my face.

Just once, I’d love to get to my destination without you asking me if they’re twins. No they’re not, can’t you count? Better yet, can you read? There’s a nice bright sign right above my kids’ heads that reads “Your germs are too big for me. Please do not touch.” yet for some reason, you try my patience and attempt anyway. Don’t feel sorry for me, I’m rather happy to have my children. I’m not struggling and it’s not as hard as people put it off to be. It’s a challenge, but I’m very welcoming to those sorts of things.

I’m trying hard to put forth sincere effort in this nice person gig and you’re starting to piss me off…

I don’t fit in this category of the “New-age Mom.” Apparently it’s the wave of SAHM’s that have rich husbands and secure their lifestyles by popping out children. Whatever floats your boat, but that’s not me. While I am a SAHM for the time being, it’s because I want to enjoy what I fought so hard for, to be a MOM. Not to galavant around town while my nanny does the rearing. Nope. Not me. If I’m gonna have someone else raising my brood, you best believe I will be bringing something to the table financially.


What I want to say is this: Don’t judge me, I won’t judge you. You live in your little bubble and I’ll stay out here in the real world. Don’t put me in a category and I won’t categorize you. Be polite. I’ll do the same. Act right, You’ll get mutual respect from me. But never for once think we flock together, just because we share one common thread….


I’m modest, down-to-earth, and very outspoken. I definitely don’t fit the mold of a typical multiples Mom and am rather glad I don’t. I have friends in all income levels. I keep it real, buy clearance handbags, raise my own kids that I struggled for and am truly blessed with, and push my own stroller….with no help. I can open my own doors, and wash my own dishes. I refuse to hire a maid…Yet, I still can rock with the best of many worlds…. I’m a chameleon of sorts, but no less adequate than you are.

I guess that means I’m not a bird after all……


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Why My Wife’s Job Is Harder Than Mine


By far THE best post I’ve EVER read……

Originally posted on bowlingwithed:

I work at a large, top-200 law firm in one of the ten most populous cities in the country. The hours can be grueling, there are constant deadlines, and the work is mentally demanding.  Any partner in my particular practice area can assign me work, which means I have more than 30 potential bosses.  At any given time, I am working on projects for three to five partners, all of whom believe that their assignment should take priority over any other work.  As a result, there have been many long days (and long nights).

Moreover, being a lawyer at a large firm is a high-stress endeavor.  Even small mistakes can have significant implications and, as a result, tensions can run high.  And of course, because excellence is expected, partners are unlikely to give much positive feedback for a job well done; instead, the reward for good work is more work.


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The Greatest Gift Ever…

I was trying to post rather quickly earlier and left out a couple things I wanted to say…..

Although this time of year is always a bit bittersweet, it still is a wonderful season to celebrate giving. This year especially, no monetary value can be placed on the gifts I received.

Actually, you can on the new Baby Jogger Summit X3 I got, but we’re not talking about that now are we?? ;) It’s pretty nifty & will hopefully get my butt moving and back into my previous “military-mode” of fitness… Wait, I got a couple weeks before I need to deal with resolutions…

Back to the point of this post…

I know there are many of you who’ve traveled this road with me & yet many are still trekking along. Hang in there. My heart & soul are with you this season & you’re forever in my thoughts and prayers.

Please allow me to continue to share with you in your sorrow, your joy, your pain, and your travels.

Besides….the vamps want to continue to make you smile!

Here’s to a new year & new gifts…..

Merry Christmas WordPress Fam!

Merry Christmas WordPress Fam! (6.5 months & growing like weeds!!) :)


“E” (A whopping 17lbs give or take an ounce!)


“J” (19lbs – roughly)


“Z” (19lbs – roughly as well)

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