If Toddlers were Coworkers

Is it too soon for jokes!? I feel like now is as good of time as any to lighten the mood, so let’s play a game.

In such a time as this, not dwelling on the bad or uncertain and finding “glass half-full” things to occupy one’s mind is very important. While we are not yet in the quarantine up here in Alaska, we are certainly not going out and about and minimizing our social interactions as much as possible. Realistically, it’s not that different than any other time in the past two years of the #tripletlife, when we did our best to keep the girls healthy during cold and flu season and on their strict daily eat/nap/play schedule.

Craig and I both went into work this week; luckily we both have offices with shut-able doors and can easily complete work without in-person socializing. I’m sure at-home working will be any day now and other states are already implementing it where possible- I, for one, am not too concerned about it, since staying at home for two months of bed rest turned out to be easy for me (minus the whole uncomfortable pregnancy part). On the work end, it was completely doable and very productive; and yes, pre-children. But another point to that effect…can I say NANNY? That is a key part of all of this working with my sanity still intact.

In honor of what I jokingly call our impending “cornona-dome” situation, i.e. requiring people to stay home and work from home for a while…let’s play a little game for those of you that are already in the trenches:

What if you take current toddler activities and replace it with “my coworker?”

Craig gave me the idea and it really cracks me up.

For example, after playing outside and in the cold, the girls will warm up in the living room, snow suits and all, and play with bowls of snow. So this would be:

My coworker is laying on the floor, eating snow out of a bowl with a spoon. She spilled the bowl and is now laying face down, licking it off the floor.

or…

Two of my coworkers are running around the room, screaming, with no pants on.

or…

Three of my coworkers collided their cars in the hallway and then started throwing (plastic) food at each other.

Bringing outdoor toys inside has been a must throughout this long and cold winter. We bring the cars in every month or so and let the girls create highways in the living room for a few days. These are not to be confused with the airplane, four wheeler, and tractor that also create new “venues” of fun within the house. It is always quite the hit; once they get bored with them, back outside they go for a few more weeks (ahem..the cars, not the girls…)

One of my coworkers is twirling in a circle, holding a singing stuffed monkey and yelling poopy!

There is a great deal of twirling in our house these days, especially when someone demands some “Tay Tay” (Taylor Swift) and will not be happy until Shake It Off is playing in the background. Typically this is Emerie but everyone will request it from time to time. They are very specific on their music.

My coworker just started a WWF throw down and threw a chair at my other coworker, pinned her down, and sat on her head and giggled hysterically. And a third coworker joined in on it too!

Yes, this just happened…and resulted in some screaming.

Okay, last one!

Three of my coworkers are taking a bubble bath, fighting over the bath faucet, and spraying water everywhere.

I mean, if that can’t make you smile…

The ideas are endless. Let’s hear some of yours??

❤

Mar 14

Testing Freedom

It’s ironic to be talking about giving the girls more freedom at home, when everything going in across society seems to be restricting access to basic amenities we are used to. What an interesting time!

Last weekend we tried opening up the living room “play jail” and freeing the girls to explore the rest of the room and main floor, and be less supervised than in prior months. Of course this meant blocking off the stairs, rearranging some furniture and baby proofing newfound opportunities to get into stuff.

The first thing requiring baby proofing was the fireplace. That took t-minus five seconds before Emerie tried to open it up and test out the charred wood. She, of course, shared this new find with both sisters. Needless to say, it now has a child proof lock on it.

The diaper changing area is full of fun things to play with that are not for kiddos. A favorite is the temperature taker and ear checker. These moved up higher until we put things back. The sock and diaper drawers seem to be quite the messy hit as well.

Any surface that can possibly be climbed on was moved out of range. No more end table and lamp. Thankfully it’s more light out now and we can go the summer with less lighting. The wooden bin “bookshelf” is distanced from the reclining chairs, as it was way too easy to reach and resulted in three children constantly climbing on it. It’s also easier for the girls to access the bins, which is actually a time saver because they will put boots on and their coats (with some help).

Because the front living room windows are now within acceptable toddler range, the girls appear to understand the concept of outside versus inside. They will tell us when they see something outside, and especially like four legged visitors (moose) that creep right up to the window and when Mom and Dad get home and come in the front door.

Moose visitor prior to the furniture rearrange

Earlier in the week we finally had warm enough temperatures to walk the neighborhood (yay sunlight!). I asked Emerie to get their hoodies out and she proceeded to get one at a time from the bin and bring them to the corresponding sister- the teal one for Reagan and pink for Harper. Then she grabbed the white one for herself (since we don’t have it in purple and she knows that). She called their names as she delivered them. So stinkin’ cute.

After the weekend we put the baby jail back for the nanny. She ended up just blocking off the fireplace and hearth and opening up the rest of the living room all day. Big step! So far everyone is still going strong…the kids AND the nanny!

Now if we can just get them to stop standing on the chairs, licking the windows and screens, and pushing each other off the furniture. Oh and running out the front door, which Harper did the other day. Apparently she wanted to spend the night with my favorite “nanny”.

Fingers crossed if we have a two week quarantine (however that actually plays out), that it will start feeling like spring outside and be warm enough for outdoor kiddo adventures. Please please please!

Mar 07

Managing Fear

National discussion the past few days centers around the coronavirus outbreak in this country, with Washington at the forefront of discussion.

While I try to stay informed on the basics, checking in to reputable news sources when questions pop into my mind, it definitely brings up a bigger issue I haven’t had to deal with on this level, as a parent.

How do you keep your kids safe from big, scary life things like severe illnesses?

Prior to having children, I doubt this impending respiratory outbreak would cause me much concern. I typically get a bad cold or two each winter, have had pneumonia a couple of times as a kid, and after the past two years of minimal medicine (due to pregnancy and then breastfeeding), I feel like I could tackle it!

With three premature, now toddlers running around the house, the outbreak stresses me a little. How can I protect them from this, or at least try my best to minimize their chances of catching it (regardless of if it’s less of an issue for young, healthy individuals)? I’m sure I’m not the only parent with these thoughts running through their mind.

So far daily routine remains unchanged, but prevention is certainly in the back of my head as we go out for adventures. They are growing rapidly and look so very grown up with pigtails, big girl boots, and fancy dresses on.

What have I come up with to this end? Nothing too revolutionary, but all good things to practice as an adult, colleague and parent:

Remind myself not to panic. It’s going to be okay!
Stay informed – the media is doing what they do best…stirring things up and stressing everyone out. Pay attention to reputable news sources and read up on what is going on. For example, I initially considered buying a box of masks (as did half of America) until I researched it further and determined that is not needed or necessary for prevention.
Wash hands like crazy – this one is constant since the day I went back to work, when the girls were four months old. All public places are filled with gross bacteria and illnesses just waiting to latch onto you. Washing hands throughout the day as well as immediately after entering your house makes a difference.
Stay distant from others who are sick. I think this is already one of my life mantras having three tiny kiddos. Even a basic cold makes our daily lives SO much harder…times three.
Be prepared – make sure to have extras of some of the basics. This is simply good planning any time, especially living in Alaska. One week of no trucks or cargo jets would significantly impact stores and daily life. It never hurts to have extra diapers, wipes, milk and food essentials. A freezer full of fish or moose doesn’t hurt either…
Make a plan – we are still working on this one, should we need to actually do it!
Remember…spring is just around the corner and that means (hopefully) cold and flu season will greatly decrease and put our minds a little mode at ease.

And because that was SUPER depressing, here’s a cute video of the girls stroller walking their baby dolls the other day. Yes, before you ask, Reagan is wearing underwear over her pants. And yes, everyone has shirts snapped over their pants as well so they stay on…

Feb 28

Pink Purple Teal

A new phase is on its way and it is color related.

The other night, for the first time ever, Emerie color associated all on her own. Because we often dress the girls in their colors, although we do so less often than we used to, it was just a matter of time until they started to picked up on it. While we don’t stress learning their colors too much (although we tried at Christmas and too soon), most days center around pink/purple/teal in regards to their outfits.

In case you can’t remember, Harper is pink, Emerie is purple, Reagan is teal. Each theme color means a set of clothing that matches those colors, or triple matching outfits I’ve found that include all three and are great for causing confusion when friends come over (small perk) or we go out to an event. The older they get, the more we dress them in matching outfits; far more than during infancy, probably due to the fact that Craig and I can easily tell them apart now through sounds, facial expressions, and actions. Their plump, little baby faces were much less distinguishable!

My mind is blank on how we originally decided who received what color when they were in the NICU. What I do remember is how helpful the color coordinating was for people who didn’t see them daily as well as for the overtired parents. Looking back at pictures of the first year, I’m not completely sure who is who other than through labels or colors.

Getting Emerie ready after bath time earlier this week, I had three footie pajamas laying next to the diaper changer. As I put her lotion on, she picked up the pink striped one, looked at me and said “Harpa;” I held up the teal with sheep one and she said “Ray Ray.” Holding up the pink and purple one with flowers, intended for her, the response was again “Harpa” and she pushed it away from her. So she ended up with wearing a whale themed one as she refused the partial pink one on her!

The next night I asked Harper the same questions after her bath. She looked at me as I held up the teal themed one and said “Daddy” (lol). When I held up the pink one she did say “Harpa”, but would not respond for the purple one. I fully support Craig wearing 2T footie pajamas to bed; after all, he is in a house of all girls!

Lastly, Reagan provided no participation in my questionnaire. As I held each outfit up, she just stared at me and tried to escape. The light switch at the other end of the dresser means she can play with the lights and turn the ceiling fan on and off. That was definitely a much higher priority in her playbook.

Everyone still does a bottle at bedtime (a habit we are hoping to break soon). Routine is much easier now than last year. One of us says “bottle time” while the other finishes prepping them; they all run downstairs and lay down on the couch cushion, against the pillows that are propped to limit jumping injuries. They often holler a few “babas!” at us until each is hand delivered. Sometimes they will down a whole bottle in one setting, sometimes it takes a good hour of play and bottles.

I’ve been letting them make random decisions lately, hopefully making my little toddlers feel empowered on some of the tiny stuff, like choosing which of the three bottles they want to drink, or which spoon they want with dinner, or which Bog boots to wear when we run an errand. One night this week I attempted to hand Reagan a purple rimmed bottle and she refused it, insisting she had to have the white capped one (since no bottles are teal). This is her first time avoiding the pink or purple one, and later in the evening it didn’t seem to matter anymore.

This is a brief look into what I believe is just around the corner on our toddler development roadmap. I’ve heard other triplet parents who color associated saying all kinds of wild, new things are on the way as they continue to mature, such as:

their kids will only wear their specific color and no one else’s
their kids become super possessive and don’t like their siblings to wear their colors
toys in those colors become more of a battleground when sharing
their kiddos grow up and hate the color they were given and want nothing to do with it
a combination of each kid acting one of these ways (seems like the hardest one to me)

Luckily I doubt we will stick to their colors forever, simply because they are easily recognizable to us at this point…you know…most of the time…

So…more multiple fun to look forward to.

One more lovely new issue that’s really taken off this week- the anti-clothing movement. The cold outdoor temperatures do not help, with our house feeling warm in comparison; but our main level, with vaulted ceilings, is still a little chilly to run around without clothes on.

Reagan, as the ringleader, now inspires her sisters to remove their shirts and pants on a frequent basis. How are we solving this? Well, everyone is wearing short sleeves in February, because long sleeves get pulled off at some point during the day and involves so much effort and time-outing to fix. We are also back to onesie shirts that are now snapped over the pants like leotards. Thank goodness the girls are skinny and have some time before they outgrow 24 month bodysuits or we’d be in trouble! Bigger sizes don’t make them and I’m not dressing them in swimsuits all day long.

We tried out overalls and they were unimpressed…I will try to tackle this one again this weekend because they would be so adorable in them. Ultimately I can’t blame the soft clothing preference, such as the jeggings, leggings, and stretchy tights they’ve worn most of their life, to the corduroy and jean type material. It’s much less comfortable! We also tried putting big-girl underwear over their pants. Hilarious…yes. Successful…somewhat! Plan to go out in public dressed this way? Not quite… Throw an 80s themed toddler party? Maybe.

The typical two-piece pajamas are on hold for a bit and we are back to one-piece footy pajamas and one-piece sleepers with feet free. Harper and Emerie don’t try to pull theirs off, but Reagan will easily unsnap the snap within two minutes, unzip the rest, and be running around entirely free to tackle the next step in her plan, diaper removal. This is currently solved by safety pinning the two sides of the zipper together, creating a less than thrilled toddler.

So for now, we’ll be over here hall monitoring the clothing situation until they LISTEN and leave them on. And who knows, maybe their clothing colors will be a mute point this summer…you know…IF NO ONE WILL WEAR THEIR CLOTHES.

#tripletlife

Feb 23

Pushing Limits

This weeks adult lesson is patience. The girls’ shenanigans appear to be an attempt to drive the parentals crazy. It’s almost as if the witching hour from infant hood has returned and lasts a couple hours every evening this week. If that isn’t it, then I blame the four incisors slowly pushing through the girls’ gums, making them very grumpy, short tempered, anti-food and soooo whiny.

Appropriate face representation for this week

In addition to the grumpiness, they are on a path to testing the limits on EVERYTHING.

On Friday I walked out of the living room to grab a towel out of the closet upstairs. In that twenty seconds, Emerie pulled the singleton high chair into the middle of the room, climbed it (tray and all), and was standing and jumping on it when I walked back in. Thank goodness she didn’t knock it over (and yes, I’m hollering and running at her as I took the picture).

Impressively done with non-grippy tights on.

That same morning the triple escape plan went into effect. On my solo Friday, I usually leave the girls in the playpen for twenty minutes or so while I get breakfast going and the kitchen cleaned up. They typically play and wake up while watching Little Baby Bum music, generally staying happy enough and not yet starting the MMA portion of their day. It was quiet for a moment, quiet enough to be out of the ordinary, and peeking out confirmed my suspicion. One of them moved their sofa chair over, used the back the hoist their leg up onto the hearth, and off they went, one at a time. Reagan made it up the stairs before I noticed, meaning she was probably the instigator, Emerie was going through the diaper changing station stuff, and Harper was in the process of climbing. It’s only a matter of time before their playpen is going to be completely empty so they can’t climb anything and get out. We are close to opening up the whole room, but not quite ready to commit to that level of freedom yet!

Rooms with confined walls and doors, like our family room, leave opportunity. Reagan started it, but now Emerie and Harper both follow in suit, to climb one of the kitchen sets (already anchored to the wall) and stand up in the sink. They are attempting to reach the wall thermometer that is quite a ways up from the floor! We almost had a repeat of my water before I realized that was again reachable. Funny thing is, they are willing to climb up but all three insist they cannot get back down themselves…

A little more icing on the cake for this week’s toddler life- Harper managed to grab my water container off the counter last night. You know, the big one the hospital gives new moms to encourage more water intake post baby. I rounded the corner into the kitchen to see her causing a rainstorm, furiously shaking it and thrilled to see water flowing out in every direction. Emerie and Reagan managed to pull their prepped bedtime bottles off the counter too; Reagan was drinking hers and watching the chaos approvingly while Emerie added hers to the growing water puddle.

As Craig grabbed towels and new pajamas upstairs, everyone tried to lay down and “swim” in the mess. Awesome.

So yes, this is what #realtime looks like with triplet toddlers. Life is not calm, relaxed or rosy. It’s been a long week; teeth still aren’t completely in and NO ONE wants to sleep, especially last night.

If you need me, I’ll be over here chugging down another cup of coffee.

The Douglets

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