My First Blog

I'm finally succumbing to the inevitable... blogging. I've always hated the word itself, but I realize that there is little I can do to stop it. You see I do want to remember what my boys have been doing as they grow up, and these days, years, are precious and will never return. I am Triplitmom, otherwise known as Claudia. My children, Josiah Levi, Micah Benjamin, and Noah Reuben were born in November 2006 and will be turning three next month. How time flies! I still remember being pregnant, though the memory truly is becoming more distant.

And what antics are they doing now that cause me to start blogging? They are learning to speak and respond to their world. They are exploring and finding out things and meeting people. As triplets who walk around in fluorescent green hats, they are instantly recognized or noticed, and have taken on the airs of very friendly celebrities. They go around wherever they go with their hand outstretched to give anyone who notices "five." Sometimes they run up to complete strangers that way. We always have to explain that they want to give them "five."

Steve and I have been teaching the boys that the Lord Jesus Christ created or made everything. He mad the dogs, the cats, the giraffes, the birds, the boys and girls, and you and me. Josiah is good about giving the Lord credit for everything. He will look at a car and say "A Kwist-a-car" (translation: The Lord Jesus Christ made the car). Then he'll look at a tree and say "A Kwist-a-twee." And so it often goes. We often ask the boys who made the whales and who made the lakes, and Josiah always responds the same way. Two days ago, the boys had played with their cars and left them scattered all over the floor. This is nothing unusual, but I like for them to start cleaning up after themselves. I asked Josiah "Who made this mess?" Josiah responded, "A Kwist-a-mess."

Micah loves his father. When Steve leaves for work, Micah is the first to notice and he often declares, "Daddy wuh-keen! Daddy wuh-keen! Twaktoo!" The boys are convinced that a manlift is a tractor. But if I tell him that he's not working with a tractor, they know that their dad is working with a truck. Smart kids. Micah has a hard time saying words with an "S" in it. For instance, (don't say this aloud) when Micah says sippy cup, he pronounces it "Fuh cup." He calls spaghetti "Fageh-ee" and spanking "fah-king." He is the one whose mispronunciations sound most like he is using foul language, though there is no way he would have heard it around here.

Noah is a very detail-oriented fellow who must have things just right in order for him to properly appreciate them. Yesterday we had the air-mattress up in the living room as an indoor trampoline. He would jump off a chair onto the mattress shouting "Buzz Lightyear!" Either Steve or I would have to shout the same thing back for him to actually make the departure. Then he would soar into the air to make a belly flop onto the mattress. A few weeks ago, we were at Sam's club picking up some fruit and supplies. There was a box of watermelons for sale, and the boys were all around the box staring at them. Finally, Noah looks up and says, "Dinoaur eggs."