Some people have cable television. Some people have digital. Some people have Netflix and Hulu (like us), or YouTube. Well, we also have something called “Jumper Cable”.

What is that, you ask?? Well, it is hosted by Harper and Emerie…not so much by Reagan, and goes something like this.

Who needs real TV when you have this action in front of you? Especially when they are happy and jumping.

Harper is our dancer for Jumper Cable. She sways and smiles and goes foot to foot. She gets the dancing side from Craig and the swaying from me. Hopefully everyone gets the rhythm from Dad.

Emerie is the aerobics instructor. She does more of a lift off to space type jump, and it’s full body. This generally occurs while she’s shrieking or telling you how to practice your aerobics.

Reagan is more of the talk show host than anything active. She more or less stands very still (feet on the ground) and plays with the toys on the jumper, commentating most of it and making the toys make sound. She certainly will NOT have any part in jumping. Same idea as Harper having NO part in even the concept of rolling over.

But really, who could dislike jumper cable. It’s so darn adorable. Not quiet or relaxing, but adorable.

I could sit here all day and watch them play.

Every October the NICU at the hospital puts on a reunion to see all the kiddos that started out life needing a little help and now are growing and thriving after being given the opportunity to!

We ventured over to the event today, through the very rainy day we were having. It finally looks crummy and cold out and more like the Alaska fall weather we are used to. That being said, we broke out the long sleeves and booties so the girls stayed warm.

The event was really cute and we saw some of our original nurses and doctors. Emerie had some snuggle time with our favorite doctor (Mary Alice) and we had the chance to catch up with a few folks.

A professional photographer took photos of all the kiddos and I’m really excited to see how those turn out. The girls did great and were in good moods and we even fed them while we were there and they did fine with the noise and activity.

How do you install a ceiling fan after becoming a parent? Well first you wait a number of days after purchasing said fan…try to survive nights without one…and finally give it a try during naptime, which was interrupted by the neighbor lawn mowing. So then you install it with an audience and a little baby shark…

They are not fans of the automatic drill, but they are on board with Dad installing a new master bedroom fan since ours broke!

And now they have a nice, new fan to look at.

Little did I know, a year ago today, my world was about to get flipped upside down and shaken up a little…or a lot. My first doctor’s appointment was this afternoon, just a basic baby check, nothing crazy (or so I thought) other than full acknowledgement that there indeed was a viable, healthy baby growing.

Since my morning sickness was already in full swing for about 2 weeks by this point, Craig and I joked that maybe there were twins in there.  That wouldn’t be a ridiculous notion, especially considering there are a few sets of twins on either side of our family lines (although now I know that the girls being identical is me, and not a genetic occurrence).

Nothing could have prepared me for the news that day. It was exciting, terrifying, and altogether shocking. The midwife at my appointment had never seen triplets in her time at the hospital, and of course, neither had I!

Want to know the first 3 things that popped into my mind after finding three heartbeats?

1. You’ve got to be kidding me (PG version lol)
2. How do I get three babies into a car?!
3. Does a third boob grow in??

Well…I now know the answers are Mother Nature has a sense of humor as Craig wanted twins and I wanted one so we both got our wish, three babies will fit across a car, and NO, I am still waiting on the third boob six months in.

At my choosing I went to the appointment solo, so after three hours of silence on my end, Craig was wondering what was going on. Of course, that’s not the type of news you can text someone. “Oh, by the way honey, it’s triplets. What’s for dinner?” That wouldn’t go over so well. So I ignored all correspondence with him until I got home. And then, like any good wife, figured he might pass out from the thought of three tiny humans at once, and made him lay down before I handed him an ultrasound with Baby A and Baby B written out.

He got very excited about the prospect of twins with a “I knew it!”

Haha not quite there buddy…I handed him a second ultrasound with a Baby C written on it (a very small C) and it took him a moment to understand. Triplets?? TRIPLETS!?

Needless to say, he took it better than I did. But, in my defense, he didn’t have to experience the joy of morning (allllll day long) sickness, although he did have to put up with me through it.

That is my reminiscing for today. It has been quite the past 365 days, that’s for sure! And here is one of the only photos we have early on with all 3! Those tiny baby butts already look crowded lol.