May 10, 2012

As if I have time to blog for free anymore. Now I get to rush the crowds in downtown DC and sit my ass in a windowless room all day with my legs all badly crossed under me until they hurt so bad I limp around the building and get paid to blog, and even edit other people's blog posts. Somehow it always sounded glitzier when I imagined it under this blog's influence...if only I could earn money to dance.

By the way, once a very bad walker indeed, Sira now runs his way to everything. No more laying down on U street. The stroller sits in a shed. Miracles keep happening.

Jan 31, 2012

His love is infectious

What can I say? An oozy ear infection has never looked more sweet.

The Van est Morte

Here we are in the other family car.

Notice the boys rubbing elbows.

Tsega has tears. He usually does in the car. Can you guess why?

I know what he's thinking. Sabatoogie.

The minivan died. It had been ours since we became a family. It was kind of a twisted symbol of our life in Kansas. The boys used to spit milk all over the back seat. I remember milk streaks all over the inside and a very funky smell. Oh yeah, we locked a cat inside by accident once or twice for a long time (cat OK). My dad refused to drive in it and the smell or pet hair made my mom sick once. I feel like my America Dream is going up in smoke. We went from minivans, rural life and working on our own house to...


Squishy! Each of my little triplets has no idea about personal space and each learned how to talk really loud or else let the stimulation swallow his voice. I picture the boys screaming at their friends in college, "HEY!! DUDE!!!!! HEY DUDE!!!!!????? YOU GOTTA PENCIL!!!??? We're really loud on the metro too. It's like they still share a womb. They just can't keep their adorable little hands off each other or be quiet for just a little while longer...

Jan 23, 2012

Teeth: an update

Taking a break on U Street.

Remember when they are babies and every tooth eruption is important? Like, whoa, my kid is so talented, he already has 6 teeth! Whoa, we are so in a bad way because he is cutting molars. I'm not sure how much teeth were responsible for making Bereket's eyes so big and quiet during his teen months. But I forgot that at a pretty young age all those little perfect baby teeth start falling out. Kind of gruesome. I filed that one away until last year when I started noticing all these 4 and 5 year old kids in Pre-K with mouths full of missing, differently sized, and jagged teeth.

And, true to order of teeth eruption, we are losing those lovely pearls beginning with Bereket (lost first tooth during the end of his fourth year). Sira is a close second and Tsega is trailing far behind (zero loose, zero out). Funny, the big kid (and he is getting quite huge while the little guys are still the littlest people in their class) with all the hair gets his teeth last and loses them last.

Number of teeth lost so far: 6.

Bereket is the cutest with one of the two front ones gone (that's him with the red shorts). For some reason he has not stopped smiling ever since and if I could draw a few freckles on his cheeks, he'd be perfect. We had a toy vacuum once, it had a toothy smile. It looked just like Bereket's baby-toothed smile. I kind of miss that stupid vacuum.

Jan 8, 2012

Some time later...

Aug 2011. First day of Kindergarten. Still in DC.