Last but not least: The Incredible Hulk (aka LUCAS!)

And finally, here are some pics of Lucas. The last two posts include pics of the other two (I am sure you put that together, but thought I would put out the promo just in case). Enjoy.

.....and The Littlest Jack......

Some pics of The Jack

New Pics: The Chlo-Bug.....

Here are some pics of Chloe, to be followed by some pics of the boys.

The Good Life

First, Happy Father's Day to all you dads out there. Being as it is my first, I am actually trying to figure out what it means. I mean, yeah, I am a dad. But what does it mean to be a father? I am still trying to figure that one out, as this has been one COMPLETELY overwhelming experience.

Many days, I wake up and feel like the world's worst dad, as there are some things I dread. Yes, I said that, but keep reading and you will see where I am coming from. It is always a shock to wake up and remember that, through the fog of early morning, there are three cute little munchkins sleeping/crying/cooing in the other room. Then there is the thought of the day. How am I/Kristen going to get through this day? I have yet to figure out how, during the week, to balance work and home life. And on the weekends, I get a glimpse of what Kristen goes through: 24/7 of three little people relying on your every move just to get through life. If one or two are asleep, the other one/two need some good TLC. There is never a minute off; it just keeps going. Needless to say it is a pretty daunting task.

And through it all, it really makes me think: what is the good life all about? Is it my "Roaring 20's" when life was all about me? Or my late twenties/early thirties when it was all about flying and Kristen and me? Those all were good times, especially the last 6 years (holy cow, that's right: our anniversary in 2 weeks....).

But maybe I was wrong. Even though I am still REALLY trying to figure out what this whole dad thing is all about, I have had glimpses: yesterday, taking everyone to the Calico Cupboard for breakfast and just being happy to be with the kids. Feeding the babies early this morning, and while making faces at Chloe, having my gorgeous little baby girl look at me, smile and laugh. Playing with Jackson and Lucas and hearing them coo and make the funniest sounds in the world. Whatever the Good Life is supposed to be, I think I am on to it. And I hear it only gets better. So here's to Father's Day, a whole new breed of life for me, even through the chaos and craziness.

(PS Here are some FABULOUS pics my sister in law, Jenni, took while she and Nate were here last weekend. Jenni, you definitely have a fine talent. Check out her website: http://www.jenniannephotography.com)

Life as a series of naps

WHEW! It has been a while since I last posted anything (2 weeks I think). And a lot has been going on. This past week we had a changing of the guard with my mom leaving and Kristen's mom coming into town to help us out (yes, we still need a good bit of help; I thought the babies would be feeding themselves by now...apparently not). With that said, we had 3 nights on our own to make this work. It was a long three nights! Combined with work, there was not a lot of sleep to be had (for either of us). We would go to bed around 10 for an hour, feed, go back to bed for a couple of hours, feed, and then I would stay up (this was at around 4:30 or so) and start making bottles before heading to work or helping with the next feeding before heading to work. I am spent just thinking about it! It did show us that we can do this if we have to, and that we can keep three babies alive, which is always good. But it is good to have another set of hands around.

Other highlights the last couple of weeks:
-We have successfully taken the babies on a couple of walks, one a walk for cancer. The babies are very socially aware and want to do their part. Being spent after that, they demanded a trip to Starbucks.
-We have ventured to church the last couple of weeks. Luckily, we still have no window shattering screams from Chloe to interrupt the service (wait for it, wait for it....it's coming). The babies did, however, make a fuss as communion was about to be served. Apparently, they were upset that the juice did not include any formula. Crazy babies.
-And last but not least, Nate and Jenni (my brother and sister-in-law) came for a visit. Jenni, and professional photographer, took some great shots of the babies. We can't wait to see those. And it was great having them here. Jack is still talking about Nate singing to him. Good stuff.

Things are good, and we will hopefully start to get a little more sleep in the coming weeks. Unbelievably the babies turn 2 months tomorrow, and we know we have a lot to be thankful for, tired as we are.

Here are a few more pics.

Big day and some pics

My typical Saturday did not used to involve so much stress. But that was before Kristen and I became parents of triplets. Today, after way too much time spent on the island and everyone (including the babies) starting to get island fever, we decided it was time to get off the island. So with a ton of coordination, we set out for the afternoon so Kristen and my mom could do some shopping.

WOW! What an experience. Landing on a boat at night in a storm can be less stressful than the feeling I had with Kristen and my mom heading into a store, leaving me alone and unafraid with 6 beady little eyes looking at me (laughing...judging). They actually were pretty good. The only crazy part was when we had to feed and change them. That was insane, with the peak of that being me with Luke, him lying in the back of the Yukon, back gate up and his little naked poop covered baby booty thrashing all over the place. Good stuff. I'm lucky the cops weren't called on me, as crazy as he was being.

Once I got in the car to feed him, all I could do was laugh. There was Jack, eating away in Kristen's arms, head resting on the steering wheel in the driver's seat. Chloe is being her normal, loud Chloe self in the front passenger seat on my mom's lap. And Luke and I are in the back seat eating, with baby car seats stacked up next to us. THIS LIFE IS CRAZY! But it does put a smile on my face as I prepare for my night time nap before I help with the early morning feeds.

Here are some pics of today, and also a link to many more pics (sorry it has been so long; going back to work has severely hampered my ability to have any free time at all). Check out how much the three have changed. Enjoy. (And no, we have no idea what the babies find so interesting to their right....we are still confused about it). Also, try to see which picture of them that Luke goes straight Three Stooges!

http://www2.snapfish.com/snapfish/thumbnailshare/AlbumID=4052102007/a=31735688_31735688/otsc=SHR/otsi=SALBlink/COBRAND_NAME=snapfish/

A beer and a bath

Sitting here drinking a cold beer after another "calm" evening. I see now where parents say that no two days are the same; it's true. It's almost like life is now a bunch of snow flakes - all are different.

Today, Jack decided to have his way with clothes and destroy 9 outfits. It was unbelievable. Whenever you heard Jack crying, you knew that he had peed through yet another outfit. Jack is now the Ninja Whizzer. We have tried everything from different, bigger diapers to the famed "double wrap," using two diapers on the little fella. I went and bought a different brand of diaper tonight to combat him so we'll see how that works (yes, I got the idea from going on line and reading a mom's forum....NO BIG DEAL!). Regardless, he has now waged a complete war on my diaper wall all by himself and is obviously winning. Aside from all that, I need to post another picture of him soon. Over the past week, he has changed DRAMATICALLY! His face is completely full and he is big (okay, big for Jack). Kristen and I came back from the hospital and couldn't believe how different our little boy was. Unreal how fast they grow.

So tonight was bath night. This takes three people: Kristen on point doing the washing and putting a new diaper on, my mom then taking the newly fresh and screaming baby and putting clothes on him/her, and me in a completely defensive posture, laying out new clothes, getting a baby naked to take the bath, and soothing a still screaming clean baby who is probably now in bouncer somewhere on the floor. Basically, I am just trying to maintain myself without being overrun by midgets, and losing the battle. How do I look? Remember the movie RUSH HOUR, where Chris Tucker is looking straight ahead and gets kicked in the side of the head. He then points in either direction (crossing his arms), and says, "I know someone kicked me. Which one of y'all kicked me?!" That is how I feel. I get jacked up by them, and don't always know which one got me!

I will now retreat to lick my wounds and get ready for the savages' next feeding in.....one hour! NOOOOOOOOOO!