Immunizations...take 2.

Time flies...I get it now. I cannot believe the babies are 4 months old. (Ok, frankly, they're almost 5 months old right now) but at the time of this appointment, they were four months... That's right 4 months to figure out how to have three babies. At once. That is the question/comment we get most often from people. "I remember having 1 newborn and that was tiring. I can't imagine having 3." To which we say, yes, it is tiring. But it is all we know. And much like everything else, once you create a routine that works, it's really not that bad. It's about multitasking, time management and finding humor when all three babies want to eat at the same time and there's only one of you.


Seriously, if you are about to have multiples (Michelle) or you just did (Bee-Jai), BE PATIENT. Be calm. Be POSITIVE. Be funny. I know our babies feed off of our personalities. (Okay, hopefully more mine than Brian's, because he is still learning patience and he readily admits that.) But God love my husband who can get the triplets fed, dressed, changed, packed up, and put into the car to go somewhere and NOT forget anything! That's impressive to say the least! He is amazing...and to watch the babies faces light up and their smiles grow SO big when he picks them up just makes me so thankful for all of them.


But alas, I digress. The babies are 4 months old! And that means SHOTS! For the babies silly....so off to Catalina Pediatrics we go! Seriously, I'll just say this, if you take your children anywhere else but here, you are really missing out! We absolutely love it there! Everyone, and I mean everyone, is so fun! You just can't go wrong! And they have really helped us out so much with our triplets and making sure they stay well fed, which we appreciate more than words can say! So as much as I feel real empathy for my little Bunchkins, knowing they have to get shots again, I am glad they at least get to go there...and see the dinosaur in the fish tank first.

My god...Brian has died and gone to heaven. Do you see how both boys' eyes are LOCKED on that T-REX?

BIG BOY ETHAN GOES FIRST....
Getting weighed....the tissue is not for modesty. It's sprinkle protection. :)

Do you see Dad trying to distract Ethan from what's about to happen? Let's play the 'stick out our tongues game!'

It may taste nasty, but at least it doesn't hurt!

But the shots hurt.....

Why me??

NEXT UP...LITTLE COLTON!

Just chillin' in my diaper!
Still blissfully unaware of what's about to happen...

Hmm...that's not formula

"Hey lady, watch where you're poking that thing...""MOMMY!!!"

"What did I do to deserve this?"

HAPPY HUNTER BRINGIN' UP THE REAR...

"Hey, it's kinda cold in here...where are my clothes?"

Fortunately, she's still happy as a clam!

Well at least she got to put her clothes back on!

Oh boy...de ja vu...I remember what comes next...

"WHO WOULD DO THAT TO SUCH A LITTLE GIRL??"

Can't you just hear her in her most dramatic voice saying, "Daddy, WHY would you let them do this to me?"

And so, once again, while my children cry and scream, I stand by with

my trusty camera making sure to capture their tears. Mother of the Year? Oh yeah. That's me. So on that note, I'll leave you with three of the saddest faces I've seen in a while.

Good night all! We'll see you soon....

Shots anybody? (This time NOT for mom! YES!)

Look at us now! We're getting bigger...

Hunter Olivia

6 lbs. 7 oz.

(3lbs. 2 oz. at birth)

Ethan Bradley

8 lbs. 13 oz.

(3 lbs. 15 oz. at birth)

Colton Samuel

8 lbs. 4 oz.

(4 lbs. 6 oz. at birth)

Ok, don't misunderstand my enthusiasm regarding this latest round of shots...Am I perfectly elated that Brian's and my days of frighteningly long needles finding their way to my you-know-what are over? Oh yes! But I have a new found empathy for Brian who always SAID it was painful to have to give me shots (whatever)...now, I might have to agree...having to watch my three little tiny Bunchkins receive their first round of immunizations might have actually been worse. :( Not because I shy away from needles, not because I cry, (I'm tough remember. I like shark attacks and military shows). But for the same reason I turn beetles over when I see them flailing on their backs and the same reason I "capture" spiders from my house and "relocate" them to the outdoors rather than squashing them, despite the fact that I was bitten by a brown recluse spider on my butt 5 years ago...it's that empathetic bone in my body that simply understands the torture and fright my babies were going to go through....

Yep. They're 2 months old. (Actually, they're even a little older than that now) Ten weeks today, in fact! So they had to go back to the doctor last Thursday for their 2 month checkup and their shots...I'll be honest, it kind of felt a little like taking a litter of puppies to the vet for their shots... :) Brian and I of course did not TELL the babies that that's what they were in for! We simply told them they were going to visit all their nice friends who work at Catalina Pediatrics and their super fun doctor, Dr. Goldberg! And of course, we might have reminded them that they'd get to see the dinosaur in the fish tank again. :)

So all in all, their visit went very well! They are all growing very well! They've all more than doubled their birth weights which is wonderful! We need to work on stretching their necks which will in turn help to "even out" their mishapen heads. So if you come to our house don't be surprised if I make you stand on the babies' left sides and do something exciting to make them look left! :)

Other than that, we saved the shots for the very end....aside from the mean mother in me that was very concerned with capturing their misery on film, (hello, our whole lives revolve around "blog-worthy" events...has anyone ever seen that movie with Jim Carrey, "THE TRUMAN SHOW"? Kinda feels like that. Our lives are intended to entertain others) I was a good mommy and stroked their little heads and held in those pacifiers while the babies cursed the world as those little needles poked their mildly chubby thighs. (Ok, let's be honest, Ethan's might be more than mildly chubby....) But once they got their Snoopy Bandaids and a hug and kiss from mom and dad, they were ok. :) We won't tell them there's more coming in 2 more months...

Dr. Goldberg and Pudge...er, I mean, Ethan :)

Dr. G and Peanut (Hunter)

The Boys!

And then began the shots.....

Big brother Colton went first

Poor baby...

Next goes Hunter...

One snoopy bandaid...you're halfway done little girl!

But clearly not done fast enough! That's her trademark wildcat yell right there!

And last goes Ethan..."hmm this doesn't taste very good..."

" Oh well. I don't know what you other babies were crying about, this isn't so bad."

"I'm tough...I'm tough..."

"No I'm not!!!!"

"Someone please give me my binky...I've had a rough day."

Colton in the recovery chair (his carseat) :)

As any kid knows...bandaids make it better :)

Till next time..... :)