California, Here We Come

Right back where I started from. . . my native state. We're packing up the triplets, renting an RV, and heading to California to see my family, Yosemite, and some National Parks along the way (hopefully no Wal Mart parking lots). Think Lucy and Desi in the movie The Long, Long Trailer. We'll be gone two weeks, so blog is on vacation. By by.

Until we meet again, just a quick update. The choo choo wagon is a smash. See, there they go. . .

We had our 15 month shots and check ups. The boys are healthy, I am utterly grateful for good health, although Bereket and Sira are still, not surprisingly, falling off the charts for height. Sira is a little chubbier than Bereket probably because he isn't quite as active as B. They are 22 & 23 poundsish and a short 28 inches tall. For now, no worries says the doc. Stupid USA charts, I feel like we're in a competition. Tsega is the same place on the charts as last appointment: 40% height, 80% weight (almost 27 pounds and 31 inches).

We celebrated Prairie Festival here in Kansas (held by our place of work). We gave talks, tours, and we met the governor, Kathleen Sebelius, a female democrat and re-elected at that (maybe Kansas isn't as red as I thought--ha ha, in my dreams). I'm mean for admitting this, but we grew a little tired of smiling so much and stopping to answer questions about the triplets. I don't want to be known in town as the mean triplet mama, so you got to put on a good face. Actually, what tired us is the happy presumptions that our lives with triplets must be unwanted chaos from space. It's not, it's not. Maybe we should be working harder or more stressed, I don't know. Maybe I'm getting old and my eyes are perpetually tired, giving the wrong impressions. We've done harder things in life than raise triplets (so far, maybe we'll see in a few more months).

For the second time in is life, I had to detangle Tsega from a school aged child. This time it was a 6 year old boy. I warned Luke not to get too close, that Tsega wouldn't be able to resist the bright beads around his young, tender neck; that he's strong. The necklace didn't break, but the boy did. Tears! Luckily I know his mama and she thought it was pretty funny even when her son was crying in her lap. Oh, my! To defend Tsega, he is not the slightest bully with his littler brothers (never mind that intense expression above, he's all about loving).

Here's Tsega lounging around with Rudolph in his old car seat (then getting out of it). . .



And sweet Bereket playing with sand. . .

I will leave you with this very short and possibly bizarre video. My mom wanted to know more about "high chair races", so here's what I'm talking about. I know, Sira looks insane and disturbed--he is NOT. All the boys do this and they all look equally wacko (but happy). Then poor Tsega forgot which chair he was sitting in--the hard one that doesn't move.

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Peace out!