Super duper mom

I am getting so brave in my goldening mama years. Such a seasoned parent I am becoming. Somewhere inside of me I finally found the courage to start venturing out in public, alone, except for the triplets. I even took them grocery shopping--twice now. First time after the store, I got tired, nervous, I thought we should go home, but I kept going and even strolled the mall and dined at the food court with triplets in tow (gosh, how mom-like of me). I swear the boys behaved better that day than they normally do when both Jerry and I share the experience. The trick is, I had two securely strapped in the double stroller (and never let them out) and Bereket in my sling, and a leash for when he finally wanted to run free, and an endless stream of granola bars (kids and dogs aren't much different). Those grocery carts do not work for us; my boys slip out of the belts and stand up to jump into my arms. I guess my back up plan, in case the boys do get free and run wild, start yelling security!

The second time I had Tsega and Bereket strapped in (Tsega always and Bereket was getting spoiled and wild being the free one) and little Sira sat on top of the double. He was great, but remember, never let go of stroller or the heavy top weight will tip it backwards.

Of course I must look the sight! I just put this face on that says: hey, I’m cool, nothing going on here, having so much fun, under perfect control, *yawn*. Most people walk by us with the same nonchalance: I don't see anything unusual, no, I'm not staring. I love it when little kids blurt out to mom: Mom! Look at all those babies! Really, this is a break through for me.

Now you are laughing and shaking your heads (especially you Chicago folks--you know who you are you cupcake freaks, always going cool places!). Poor lady, never gets out, cooped up with triplets, what a wimp. Or, poor baby boys, stifled by that crazy hermit mom and stuck in Kansas. You'd think many acres of country would be enough to entertain three small boys, even though it ain't enough for one coon hound (our lovely Clementine). Truth is, the boys always want to go somewhere in the van, anywhere. And since it makes naps go dreamily along, let's go the park. Anything to avoid grumpy faces.