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Spring Fever

Spring is here and summer previews! My fast-growing seven year olds are beyond excited to see the leaves sprouting on the trees, the sunshine and warmth that it brings which immediately equals the need to wear sandals, shorts and tank tops. In particularly stylish fashion, the girls attended several events over the past month sporting their heavy winter coats, with long summer dresses and increasingly snug flip flops, or shorts and a tee with a scarf and winter vest or hoodie.

What have we been up to the last eight weeks? Sicknesses. And note, that is written in plural! Why?! Well, let me tell you- we finished two rounds of strep medicine for Reagan, who was unable to kick it after a full ten days of amoxicillin the first time. After that a cough started, but she was strep negative…and ended up with clogged ears resulting in a double ear infection, with one ear drum close to bursting. Her pain tolerance for ear aches continues to be high. About the time we started round two of Reagan’s medicine Emerie started the intense throat cough, no fever but greatly effecting her sleep or doing anything without fits. This then passed to the medicated Reagan, and then to Harper, and has since rotated between the three in variable levels for the past FIVE weeks. We’ve tried everything: different allergy medicine, inhalers with Albuterol, daily nose spray, pedialite popsicles for extra hydration and electrolytes, extra sleep, an oral steroid, and even one round of medicine for Harper, in case it was bacterial when she couldn’t kick it. In the midst of this rotation Harper also caught one of the later letter flus (Flu Q or something ridiculous!), with no cough, but over a 104 degree fever for four days straight, with Tylenol only able to bring it down to about 100. Crazy temps!!

Note the kitchen clip!
Zonked out!
Reagan napping on her beanbag

It is also interesting to see how identical kiddos react differently to different illnesses plaguing our household all at once, and then repeat. After several weeks, the unproductive throat cough is more of an annoyance than anything else and brings out the non-verbal mom shaming whenever we leave the house, but the girls handle it in stride with minimal complaints. I am probably complaining more than them after this long! Needless to say, our household seems to believe winter remains in effect and that equals all the sickness. One day Reagan even put herself down for a nap (which is a first) on the bean bag, another day Emerie napped on the way home from the valley; and Harper, who naps the least of the three, hasn’t caved into any but definitely rocked her fevers by wearing tank tops and adult scarves for skirts to “cool off.” Silly girl.

I have tons of little notes relating to cute things, or funny comments, from the past two months without a posted blog. Here are a couple, so that I can actually get this one written and posted:

  • Emerie one day walking in from the back deck: Mom, can you help me? Harper won’t and she keeps saying when there’s an Emerie, there’s a way. And not helping!
  • Reagan, bringing over fresh salmon chowder courtesy of our neighbors: Here, Mom, it’s fish and carrots. Carrots AND fish. Yuck. Scoffs. Such judgment!
  • Harper painted me a custom painting for Mothers Day, made me mommy and me ornaments from a craft set, and it was very sweet. Reagan wrote a sweet letter to me and Emerie made me a couple drawings.
  • Emerie came home from school with the most reading hours in her class for the month of April, and very excited to pick a prize out for it!
  • Emerie has told me several times that she wants to drink more milk because her, and I quote, bones are hurting. Growing spurts!

Mother’s Day this year was spent out in Palmer, enjoying the Mother’s Day festival at the fairgrounds, on the first real beautiful, sunny day of the year. We spent a handful of hours outside doing things I enjoy, including Craig buying hoodies for all us girls, checking out different craft booths, drinking fresh lemonade and eating Garcia’s mini chimis (mmmm…). The girls bounced on the big kid, harness trampoline for the first time. It took a little convincing for all three, and as predicted, Reagan enjoyed it once she was comfortable, Harper jumped a good amount and didn’t mind the height, Emerie was a little too ambitious and did not take that well, but it was funny. It was a nice day spent with family and an event we will have to hit again.

Another staple spring event in our family: the annual dance recital, also known as the second most exciting event of the year (behind Daddy/Daughter dance). It’s a full-on production requiring a lot of preparation: three separate costumes EACH (covered in ridiculous amounts of glitter), stage makeup wrestled on three resistant kids who don’t like their eyes touched, and three heads of fancy hair and ballerina buns sculpted with industrial-strength hairspray, then smothered in colorful glitter in the girls’ colors. Everyone has been counting down the days until they could wear their outfits and hit the stage like tiny divas.

This year marked a major milestone: they went to the pre-show rehearsal and didn’t boomerang back to us until the end. That’s right — no mid-show impatience for their turn, no my ballet slipper is too tight! Just 100+ kids corralled backstage by what I assume were patient professionals, while Craig and I… wait for it… actually sat down, visited with other adults and their beloved Miss Tawni (who joined us!), and watched a show uninterrupted. It was magical- and not just because we were still covered in glitter.

The night went smoothly (ignoring the coughing) and all three girls bravely twirled, leapt, and shuffled their way through three full routines. They began with a sweet ballet number in tutus, all graceful arms and serious faces in their big, blue tutus, and wrapped it up in a flurry of pink and sass in their tap outfits. At one point Harper proudly led the group with a few steps and did a great job. And for some reason this year, it was actually possible to tell who was who from the audience. Maybe sitting closer played into this equation, because last year I spent half of each routine squinting at the stage and trying to decode whether that was Harper or Reagan executing a plié. This time their teachers strategically placed them close together, as if to say, here you go, parents. You’re welcome. And we thank them!!

I’ll have a proper wrap-up soon to celebrate the girls finishing first grade (how are we already heading into second?!), but that update’s a story for another day. For now, we’re diving headfirst into summer and whatever adventures come our way- soaking up the sunshine when it arrives and trying really hard to convince the girls that swimsuits in 45-degree weather do not equal beach day.

Their front teeth are finally making a comeback, and our house looks like an explosion of glitter glue, up-cycled fairy villages, plant and flower based soup contraptions, and reams of paper in every shape and size everywhere. Every surface becomes a canvas for painted masterpieces and phonics-fueled love notes or demanding instructions, all delivered by three fiercely accessorized fashion icons in confidently clashing and very impractical outfits. And don’t forget the cough…always the cough…More updates to follow; I probably need to go vacuum again…wish us luck!

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Just Hop Till You Drop

Another Easter for the books, in a year without any snow. I’m guessing this year or next is probably my last hurrah in the magical era where all three girls still believe a giant bunny trespasses into our yard, throws random (but common in our household) candy around like confetti, and casually hides eggs like it’s his part-time job. So I’m milking it for all it’s worth—full commitment to the eggs and customized easter bunny notes, the whole production. If the girls have discovered my secret stash this year, they are either humoring me or they haven’t noticed. Either way, they continue to prove they CAN clean up quickly and without complaint…but only for covertly placed plastic eggs. Shocker.

All dressed up to see the creepy Easter bunny

Our in-and-out mission to see the bunny at Cabela’s took a grand total of five minutes- tops! No line, all three kids hopped onto the bench like seasoned professionals, and they even smiled for the first photo. Honestly, it was suspiciously easy compared to the chaos of previous years. Of course, the magic didn’t last long. They immediately tried to peek under the bunny’s head and declared that’s not a real bunny. So, I guess that particular secret is officially out of the basket (basket- get it?? I crack myself up….eggs crack… I’ll stop now…). We also discussed how the real Easter bunny is in high demand with a busy schedule, meaning no time to sit and pose in a store, so we meet the hired help, kind of like Santa Claus. That excuse seems to be reasonably accepted for now; unsure if it will be by next year!

Harper drew a custom letter for the bunny visit and hung it on her bed, as visible as possible for easy spotting. I enjoy seeing what ideas they write on the love notes, and the cute freehand pictures along with it. Emerie also spent some time on a note, but declared the bunny would find it where ever she left it. That sneaky bunny left one egg by each kiddo’s bedside… but Reagan intercepted Harper’s and stashed it under her own pillow, much to Harper’s dramatic dismay she was left out. Meanwhile, Emerie was the first one up and displeased she didn’t get an egg and Reagan had TWO. The irony? Emerie could have easily slipped on her own egg down her stairs and still didn’t even notice it. Yep.

Once I finally found the empty, plastic eggs in our house (freaked a bit when I couldn’t find them the day before!), I stuffed them with a variety of small candy and then figured some minor torture was in order, and stuffed a few with carrots and a few with raw broccoli. The look on their faces from the lack of candy? Absolutely priceless. Craig egged the backyard after bedtime and Grandma Anne and I finished up the baskets, which included new sunglasses, a couple cute outfits in their colors, a mini Lego set of their favorite princess, a “peep” egg to grow in water, and of course the beloved chocolate bunny. The goal of less sugar and more fun went a little easier this year than some in the past, and everyone built their Lego sets first thing.

The egg hunt itself went pretty quickly and with great excitement like past years. They started out sharing the pink, purple, and blues with the kid specific to that color until realizing they don’t have to share. Very kind on their part, and some of the fancier ones were still traded even after my protests- no complaints here. The few eggs on the bird feeder were met with laughs and once knocked over, landed in Reagan’s hood. Seeing opportunity, Emerie snagged one and ran. Sisters…

We survived the wild, sugar filled children by visiting the zoo for a little exercise. Warmer temps and the occasional sunshine peeking out meant no complaints of being cold, and everyone enjoyed the playground and running from exhibit to exhibit. The howling of the wolves brought other zoo visitors over to observe, with four kiddos howling at the two wolves, who were only a few feet away on the other side of the fence. Pretty funny.

Easter dinner was laid back, everyone munched on their chocolate bunnies, ran around chaotically, read books with Grandma Anne, and stayed up late since Monday was another day off from school. We also (mostly) jokingly tormented Emerie all weekend about her outrageously loose front tooth-not the one she wanted to lose to join her sisters’ gap-toothed club, but the one just to the left of her recently departed front tooth. It hung on defiantly, with no root, no purpose, no business still being there—but it stayed a few days until gravity finally finished the job. The tool fairy also dropped the ball on swapping the tooth out for some moolah (oops!). Emerie pointed this out first thing in the morning, and then retracted her irritation after seeing rain outside, commenting that it’s okay, fairies can’t fly in the rain so she’s running late. What a problem solver…and that late fairy added a dividend to that tooth swap that made for one happy, little girl!

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Cavity Chronicles

Well, two out of three kiddos strutted out of their biannual dentist checkup with shiny new cavity appointments—so what better way to spend spring break than scheduling three separate dental procedures? I can think of plenty of things… but hey, at least we were productive!

Harper was up first, needing two separate appointments for cavities on either side of her bottom molars. To my surprise, she was both excited and a little nervous—though mostly thrilled to have a medical appointment all to herself, without her sisters tagging along. The wonderful dental hygienist explained the entire procedure beforehand and even let her use the light for a tiny practice filling on her hand. That little blip became a prized possession- one I had to keep track of throughout the visit- and is now safely tucked away in the treasure box by her bed.

She followed all directions, held still as the “sugar bugs” were removed, and didn’t peek when told to shut her eyes (for the Novocaine!); she held my hand and didn’t flinch at all, entirely chill. Puppy also joined the event for moral support and snuggled under the blanket the entire time. The laughing gas definitely helped take the edge off, but took a bit to take effect and she was goofy waiting for it to kick in. Harper was mostly concerned about bad tasting stuff like the previous visit’s sealants, and reported the air running through her nose smelled good, like cherries. Overall, fantastic attitude from the youngun the entire time, and lots of thumbs up when asked by the dentist. One down!

While running a few errands after school pickup, Harper suddenly decided it was time for that first wiggly front tooth to vacate the premises. With a dramatic twist (pun intended!!), just as the dentist had mostly jokingly suggested a couple of hours earlier- out it came in the car. Seriously, my kids have a thing with pulling teeth at inopportune times in the car! And no hesitation, just hollering for a tissue and yelling about blood, while this poor driver reminded her not to drop it. Just one quick twist, and boom– tooth gone. The first thing out of her mouth (besides the tooth? Ha.)? Reagan! Now we look like twins! Mon, now I look like Reagan! As if they didn’t already have identical faces. The main, obvious visual difference between the two since middle toddler years was Reagan cracking and losing her top tooth, so it’s fitting the same one came out first to match. And honestly, it’s not like some of the kids they know don’t tell them apart by dental records at this point…but not so much now. Emerie is extremely displeased to not be in the “twin club” (even funnier since she and Harper are technically twins) and really hoping to push out her same top tooth any day now and catch up.

And how did she catch up??? Instead, as if I didn’t have enough dentist visits this month, we scheduled one more unplanned one to assess her sagging front tooth from a toy to the face, a tooth that turned black within a few days, but was still dangling strong from her gum-line. At least, holding strong enough for resistance from an adult trying to yank it out. Emerie was convinced the dentist wanted to take it at the appointment, meaning her face plant and butt in the air on the seat and hiding from him. Superrrr fun. His very short lived assessment after a quick x-ray gave us the green light for the ENT to remove the tooth while under anesthesia the following day.

I should also mention the newest household villain: the Tooth Fairy. Once a magical figure ensuing joy and excitement, she is now viewed as a thief lurking in the night, ready to snatch possessions that don’t belong to her, such as the freshly evicted front tooth. No amount of money was deemed acceptable after much discussion. After taking said tooth and container on a bike ride to show the neighbors down the street (one of our last days before snow returned), this valuable treasure needed a bodyguard and she entrusted me -her ever-reliable mother- with its protection. That was two weeks ago; and the tooth still sits on my nightstand, untouched by distrusted fairy hands, and receiving daily visits from its rightful owner. Harper checks on it like a rare museum artifact, making sure it hasn’t mysteriously disappeared. And at this point, I think I’m more scared of losing it than she is. Yep, #realtalk.

Before surgery
After surgery!

Emerie’s tooth eviction followed uneventfully with her tonsillectomy and has secured another safe location to avoid that damn tooth fairy, and now I have a new job to add to my resume- a watcher and protector of random front teeth…

The day after Emerie’s surgery Harper was up again for her second filling and met with continual thumbs up, like it was no big deal for such a grown up six-year-old who hates brushing her teeth. She certainly loves the attention, happily picked out some chap stick afterwards and enjoyed a fruit drink to celebrate good behavior, because nothing says good dental behavior like a sugary treat right?!

The following day Reagan was up for her first filing and my last health related appointment for the week, thankfully. Unlike her “full-speed-ahead” sister, Reagan approached the situation cautiously. She gripped my hand tightly, showing her nerves, and while she didn’t dish out any enthusiastic thumbs-ups, she faced it all with quiet determination. The Novocain part was especially stressing- no dramatic reactions or peeking, but plenty of squeaking and turmoil I could feel through her tiny fingers. Her panda joined for the entire visit and the first request was a sugar free lollipop and chap stick for her trouble. While this visit had no happy thumbs-ups or post-filling happiness, she did exactly what was asked of her, following every direction to the letter- because rules are rule and Reagan is certainly great at following them.

Now I’d like to avoid the dentist for a bit, and keep on those pesky kids to brush, brush, brush! My brain still hasn’t fully caught up to the fact that everyone now sports a holy front smile—not just Reagan. For years, she was the lone gap toothed wonder and now suddenly, it’s all three. Also interesting that Reagan and Harper are rocking identical holes and I can’t help but wonder which tooth Reagan would have lost first naturally, had she not cracked it and needed it pulled. Same goes for Emerie, who probably would’ve followed suit with her sisters… had a toy (and sibling) not intervened and made the decision for her gums. And just when I thought our tooth saga would slow FOR THE WEEK, Harper sprinted up to me at school pickup today, flashing a huge smile; and now missing both front teeth. The second one made its grand exit this afternoon at school (at least it wasn’t the car??). And where, you ask, is that second tooth currently? Oh, you know, safely tucked away in another plastic bag, because the big, bad Tooth Fairy will NOT be sneaking off with it overnight. No amount of bedtime discussion could change her mind. That tooth is HERS and the Tooth Fairy can keep her money.

And with that, the Tooth Fairy remains the enemy in our household—and our house is rapidly becoming a tooth museum -or possibly burial ground- a place where lost teeth aren’t treasures to trade… they’re trophies to keep.

I’ll end on what was a current “holey” triplet photo, until about six hours ago that is…

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Triplet Trade

This household takes spirit week at school pretty seriously, you know, when the options are easy enough to accommodate. From crazy sock or hat day to favorite character, the girls are always excited to sport something different than their typical day attire.

I don’t always match the girls for school, but they typically complement one another; i.e. all three wear a dress, or all three wear jeans and similar shoes, or in the same style but in their varying colors. They don’t fight me too much on this YET, and I am already sad knowing that day won’t be too far away.

And some spirit days we have a little fun. In other words, on an outfit mismatch day, that is taken in a different way than lopsided clothing. In a triplet house, it means switching colors and trying to look like each other, which includes faces, outfits AND accessories. It seems to be lost on them that they already look the same.

Reagan begged to look like Emerie for a day, eye patch, glasses, and all. Emerie opted less enthusiastically to be Harper, after being told she still had to wear her glasses even though Harper doesn’t have them. Harper luckily was okay being Reagan to round out the trio, likely because the tooth loss earlier in the week meant their smiles are once again exactly matched, years after Reagan’s front tooth debacle and surgical pulling. Harper rocked Reagan’s panda attire, and definitely could be mistaken for her sister in a random glance. Emerie didn’t want to wear anything seal related and opted for all pink.

Everyone trekked into school assuming their teacher wouldn’t be able to tell them apart (which she proved them wrong on). Reagan sported a patch and blue light glasses, after several discussions why Emerie’s prescription spectacles wouldn’t be wearable for her. This caused confusion since they pushed back that they all have the same eyes. Not quite kid!

From the jumbled story told on the car ride home, it sounds like their teacher let them have a little fun with it, sitting on their sisters color spots during the day, and eating out of each other’s lunch boxes. I am unsure how long the patch lasted, but guessing not nearly as long as Emerie has wears it each day.

Don’t they look alike? The correct triplet with the mismatched triplet 🙂

Just another day in the life of the Douglets… ❤

It’s Snow Big Deal

It’s been a while since a blog update so lots of things happening at the Douglets household. We eased back into the school schedule after a fun two weeks off for Christmas break, with an enjoyable Grandma Sue and Auntie Amanda visit, and dove straight into the new year with a family plague. It easily took three weeks before everyone was feeling back to normal, with the croup cough lingering and drifting through each kid, and then returned to Harper for a second round of fun. For how terrible they sounded and all the glaring looks from random strangers, no one had any fevers throughout the entire bout of it. We visited the doctor a couple of times for steroids and instructions to hydrate, continue inhalers, and take it easy, and finally those little bodies were able to fight it off, but not before Craig and I caught a mild version of it.

Harper’s ear tubes presented no issues and she bounced back to normal in no time, and since then we’ve attended various doctor check ups for everyone. So many doctor visits, so little time. We continue the triple dentist appointments and I am still impressed how well they do; ENT visits for all three as well. Our beloved eye surgeon, Doctor Winkle, just retired- much to Emerie’s dismay- and her prognosis is so good we no longer need a surgeon to monitor and can start again with the original doctor who initialized the cataract diagnosis. All the patching is really paying off and no eye surgeries are planned in the near future. Such a big win there! In fact, the doctor told Craig she would love to host a class for parents to hear how we prioritized her patching, something many parents apparently aren’t doing. If triplet parents can make it work; everyone can do it. No excuses! And I genuinely believe all the tears, crying and trying to rip it off during the toddler years equals her ability to see out of her left eye, and it was all worth it! Emerie still questions why she has to continue putting the patch on before school, but ultimately doesn’t fight us too badly on it and has started trying to put it on herself, unassisted. She also carries her “patch book” to school every day and it has grown exponentially with each passing day.

After school and recreational activities are keeping us busy through the winter months. Two build days a month, which typical start a day of fun with “cousins” Oaki and Kaden, start the weekend off to a good start. My lack of building skills are finally improving while Craig is able to master building two sets at different stages at the same time with two of the three kids. And as the second semester of first grade began, after school stays busy with Pokemon club, gymnastics (which they LOVE!), and intramural sports each week, ballet and tap on the weekends, as well as a weekly ice skating class.

The last time we did ice skating the girls were about three, and with COVID in full effect, masks were required along with helmets, which equaled sensory overloaded tiny humans on ice. This time around, especially after some family skating outings with pushers to assist, all three adore their skating time and look forward to it. They excitedly rock leg warmers and skate out to their class spot unassisted while the parents relax from the side lines, and everyone then free skates after each class. It is extremely cute to watch all three learning the skill and how quickly they pick each thing up. The backwards skating is a little tricky; forwards they are confident and faster and believe every skill is a speed race. In mid-February all three graduated from level one and are now in basic 2 and picking up different skills than the first round. Their confidence continues to improve and they ask to skate whenever possible.

One evening excursion to town center to skate was met with great enthusiasm by all, except maybe our toes and fingers. Hockey gear was borrowed and when focusing on a puck their balance improves; they actually skate better. It was cute to watch them hit and chase the pucks and try to score. And, of course, the pushers were blue seals and Harper loved that. It was a cold, but fun night.

Reagan’s weekly speech therapy came to an end after about a year and a half. She adored seeing her teacher each week, and even more so enjoyed no sister participation. Going straight from school to the place, Emerie and Harper read books or watched a show in the car to pass the time. She just graduated and now needs only occasional reminders to correct her “s” sounds; probably just in time for her other front tooth to fall out (haha!). She now casually states I retired from speech. And would really like to go back and keep doing it!

Closer to home and outside of all the hustle and bustle of activities, the girls continue to find new arts and crafts. In addition to the standard coloring, paper creations with scissors (snowflakes are everywhere but outside this year!), and creative freehand drawings, is the new skill of rubber band bracelets. Reagan picked it up effortlessly and became a great demonstrator for both her sisters, who frustrate easily and then shut down on trying. It’s very sweet to watch, once the fighting settles, and cute when Harper finally figures the loops out and gets excited at the progress. Emerie on the other hand, rubber band jewelry may just not be her thing.

Harper finding seal books at the library

Lots of other things to report over here in this active householder, but let’s keep it short and sweet or I will never complete this post! Harper and Emerie are all about fancy, collaborated outfits lately. They appear on the stairs with many accessories, fancy dresses and shoes, ready to do a show. Harper is all about wearing her high heels, which are just ballet flats with a tiny heel bump; asking to wear them to school every morning. She gets away with that request some days, with the lack of snow for this time of year. She often wears her Target dollar section earmuffs and Jordan’s scarf, to ensure those cold days aren’t an issue. Reagan always opts for her calf high black boots, and wears those to school most days, and often with a panda related accessory to compliment. All three continue the fuzzy coat obsession and are vastly disappointed any time we force them to wear real winter jackets. Harper’s pink coat is worn nearly every day, Emerie rocks her purple one when she can find it, and Reagan traded her light blue one for a beige and green one I found at the store a couple weeks back. Fuzzy coats for the win!

Cold school lunches continue to be a struggle, especially after three years at the school where I feel as though I had fantastic eaters, from keeping the variety interesting day to day. All three vary in preference for their sandwiches, with Reagan moderately obsessed with blueberry jelly -NOT raspberry, grape or any other flavor- and no peanut butter on her PB&J-minus the J. I believe Harper is the only one that will eat both peanut butter AND jelly, and that leaves Emerie, who only wants peanut butter. So very complicated to remember. Luckily the fruit and veggie portion of lunch times are easily satisfied and the continue to enjoy that variety.

We have also entered into a more emotional stage of kid development. While it isn’t full tantrums and freakouts (well occasionally), it involves more life questions. After meeting the twins at Christmas time, Reagan is now on a kick of wishing to be a baby again, and get baby snuggles like a baby. January hosted a multitude of bedtime discussions centered around this, and alluding to wanting to go back to that age. Emerie’s emotions are a different direction. The past six months or so, she has really latched on to her Uncle Chris, who passed away when she was about 15 months old. She seems to have a kindred spirit connection with him that I can’t really explain, but I love to watch play out. This includes so many questions about him, his likes and dislikes, and she is extremely sensitive about it. But it’s also very sweet to see her carry around a photo of them together or to see a letter in her backpack that is written to or about him. Sometimes Craig and I might make the cut on a family picture, but he always does and it’s very sweet.

In addition, Emerie now says the “k word”, “d word”, and “h word” and gets upset when she hears anyone else say it. You would think that is damn, hell, or who knows what “k” is supposed to mean, but it’s not from the swear jar. Her concern relates to anything “kill” related, “die or dead” related, and “heaven,” and scolds sisters when they speak. Yes, we are working through these big picture ideas and expressions, how heaven is a happy place and not scary, and talking it out. Man, kids surely keep you on your toes.

Valentines Day was a hit again this year; everyone addressed their own cards. The funniest part of that was the organization. After the mass table mess of cards, stickers, envelopes and class lists, I turned around to Reagan’s neatly stacked in a Ziploc, Harper’s shoved into a bigger bag but still semi in order, and Emerie’s shoved into the bag and all over the place. The distinction matches them each so perfectly. Everyone wore pink and red; Harper was especially excited to rock a stretchy pink skirt and red tights with her pink headband. The massive paper envelopes with all their goodies from the day returned home with great excitement, and some of that candy is still sitting on the kitchen table. We celebrated the evening with dinner at Texas Roadhouse, and a quick family picture.

7th birthday planning always begins in February as we prepare for our annual shindig and I am looking forward to the next blog update all about how my little ladies have grown the past year, and all the amazing milestones we’ve achieved on this triplet journey.

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