It seems every time I write a post like this, things go to shit immediately. My wife blames everything that goes wrong and everything that looks like it might go wrong on whatever blog post I wrote last. My crime? Being positive about the progress our girls make. I mean, she’s the same, but saying it out loud or putting it down in writing for someone else to read?! Omg that’s just asking for trouble! Continue reading → My wife’s going to kill me…
First word alert! We’ve had the usual mama and dada for a while now but it’s never really been in the right context so we’ve always discounted those. Then it happened, “zapato!” … while holding up a shoe! We are a multilingual family and zapato means shoe in Spanish, so there we have it. Not the most inspiring of first words but we’ll take it. Both Alicia and Laura wander around carrying shoes now…
We’re finally reaching the end of what can only be described as our own personal hell on earth. You may think I’m being dramatic. And I am. But at times it certainly felt like it. I am talking, of course, about constipation. Continue reading → Making a log entry
Picture the scene. It’s the summer of 2016 and we’ve just collected our brand new shiny metallic red Toyota Prius. We’re chuffed to bits, I mean really pleased with ourselves. We actually ordered it some months previous but a combination of production delays, unexpectedly high sales volumes and a volcano eruption in Japan meant we had to wait to get our hands on it. Continue reading → The logistics of triplets
The girls have been illness free for a month now. Hang on while I run and touch every piece of wood within a three mile radius. I’m not normally so superstitious but, well, that was before the girls were born. A zillion to one odds and all that. Continue reading → We’re in a great place right now
Just when things seemed to be progressing nicely having turned the corner from the month from hell, Alicia has picked up a bug which has left her with a streaming nose, a nasty cough – and more importantly – a reason to scream at 1am in the morning. Continue reading → Difficult nights
As a hard-worked, sleep-deprived and occasionally world-weary parent of triplets, it still amazes me how easy this all is. Don’t get me wrong, it’s ridiculously insanely difficult. But, paradoxically, it’s easy. Even at four in the morning when you’re invoking supernatural powers hoping to trade your soul for just 30 seconds more sleep, it’s easy. And at five in the morning when you’ve spent an hour trying to sleep-walk three babies back to sleep, it’s easy. Continue reading → Triplets are difficult? Not really.