Stronger Than All

There were many amazing people that we met during our time in the NICU. For those of you just joining us, that stands for Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. Our particular unit was located in Temple, Texas at the Scott and White Hospital. I have always meant to write a bit more about the eight and a half weeks our boys spent there. Carrie went to the NICU everyday, and I made it as often as I could, never going more than two days between visits. This was a very tough time for Carrie and I, and perhaps one of the reasons that I haven't written more about it, is because I really don't like to think about it too much. Looking back, our time there went by relatively easy. Sure, there were some tough days, and a couple that were very scary. All in all, we were very very fortunate to have three tough little guys that were taken care of by the very best people on earth. As I write this, Cade is sitting on my lap and staring at the computer screen. Someday, I will tell him all about those special people and how they made sure that we get to sit here today.

Back to the point. What I meant to tell you is about the most amazing people that we met during our time in the hospital. First of all, let me describe the unit a bit for you. When you ride the elevator up, you come to the baby floor as I called it. To your right is Labor and Delivery. Take a left and you walk through the waiting room and up to the nurse's station to get into the NICU. You have to be buzzed in. Only parents and grandparents are allowed. No siblings. Next, you walk down a long hallway and on the left are the doors leading into the rooms with the babies. Outside each room is a sink you used to wash up. Next to the sink is a closet filled with gowns that you must put on. Inside this room were all the babies. There were several stations with babies in different stages of development. Those in the incubators were brand new, while the older babies were in cribs. Moms and Dads came and went. Since we were all so concerned with our children, a smile and a nod was all the communication that passed between us. The nurses were not allowed to talk to the other parents about any of the other babies. As a parent, you were not allowed to venture out of your area. Since the room is very large and open, you could get a good idea about what was happening around you. You knew when someone had a heart rate drop or when someone was screaming. Our boys took up quite a bit of space in the room. We were all along one wall. Behind us was a sort of island with computers and all the equipment that the nurses needed to take care of babies. On the other side of that island, in a crib, hooked up to all sorts of devices, was baby Chloe. She was the rock star of the NICU. She was born in January, and by the time our boys were born on June 2nd, she had been in the NICU for about six months.

Carrie and I knew that Chloe must be having a rough time of it. We couldn't ask any questions, so we didn't know exactly what was up, we just knew that this little girl had been having a very very hard time. After a few days, we met her mother whose name is Dawn. She was the most upbeat positive person I believe that I have ever met. She told us that she lived in Hutto, which is Northeast of Austin. She drove there every single day to be with her little girl. Dawn was always so happy for us when she would ask about the boys. Carrie and I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. Here we were with three healthy babies. Somehow it seemed unfair. Often times, we would run into her just outside the door by the scrub sink. She would give us the latest on Chloe. They were hoping for the best. She was never down. No matter what happened, she was always positive. Carrie and I couldn't believe this. We hadn't been there long and the NICU was already getting to us. We simply couldn't imagine going there every single day for six months. As our boys grew and did better, we watched Chloe go through extreme ups and downs. I regret that I really never got to talk to Chloe's Dad very much. His name is David. I guess that often times he would sit outside in the waiting room with their two young children while Dawn was with Chloe. Chloe's brother and sister could not go into the NICU to see their sister. David would often wait for Dawn to get home from the hospital late at night, and then turn around and drive back up there himself to spend time with her. This trip is around 60 miles one way. All this time they had two children at home and a baby in the hospital fighting for her life.

I must say, and Carrie agrees, that Chloe and her family played a very large part in our surviving our time in the NICU. When one of us would get down, or we would be sad to leave our boys, one of us would say, "What about Chloe's family? They have been doing this for months." Watching their strength gave us strength. Seeing Dawn smile at us when there was literally a team of people working on her daughter was absolutely one of the most amazing things I have ever witnessed.

Because of the rules, I never saw Chloe up close. However, she was quite a presence. All the nurses and doctors, and nurse practitioners were in love with this little girl. Her strength and determination to survive was astounding. When my boys were crying, I would say to them, "That girl over there is tougher than you. She wouldn't cry through this. You can be tough too."

As our time at the NICU drew to a close, things were changing for Chloe also. She was moving out of the NICU and into the Pediatric Ward I believe. The last time I spoke with Dawn she had nothing but hope for her daughter and her journey. They were going to be in the hospital until at least August or September. Since we left the NICU we have thought about Chloe often. Carrie would get updates through Facebook from Dawn and relay them to me.

Today, we received the news that Chloe has left us for a better place. Carrie and I are very sad for her family. We wanted to share her story with you so that you would know how much Chloe and her family did for us. We found out tonight just before it was time to feed our boys. I went in to get them and they were all screaming. It was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. I will not take it for granted and I am very thankful for our boys and I am thankful that we got to know Chloe.

Always positive and upbeat, I want to leave you with Dawn's words about Chloe.

"It is with great sadness for me, rejoicing for her...our precious Chloe Elizabeth Gallaway went home to the loving arms of Jesus this morning. David and I thank you for all of your support and prayers through her precious 8 month journey. God gave us an amazing treasure...we will see her again!"

Baby Wranglers

I was completely unaware of the tradition to photograph babies at an early age. Yes, I have seen baby pictures, and I realize that someone must have taken them at some baby photo session. However, it had not occurred to me that there was an entire industry dedicated to photographing babies. I guess it makes sense. Add this to the long list of things that do not occur to a guy. Here is a short list of things that do not occur to guys, or at least any guys I know.

1. When the bathroom is dirty
2. The floor is not where dirty clothes go
3. How to fold socks
4. The T.V. gets the Lifetime and Oxygen networks
5. Baby photos are a big deal

Apparently, you photograph babies at several points in their young lives. The other thing is that between our two IPhones and our digital camera, the babies get their pictures taken at least ten times per day. These photos are e-mailed and messaged all over the country. I get several a day from Carrie of the boys basically saying "Hi Dad". I appreciate each photo she sends. I was silly to think that these photos were good enough. In the end, as per usual, I'm happy I listened to my wife.

I was informed that the time was here to have a professional photographer take some quality photos of our boys. We gave it our best shot on Labor Day Weekend. We had a friend who is a great photographer come over one afternoon. I quickly learned how hard it is to get an infant to cooperate with a photo shoot, let alone three infants. The boys did not cooperate at all. At least one boy was mad in every single photo. It was time to regroup.

We decided to call in a photographer that dealt with babies. Enter Neely Brook. We headed to Mayfield Park here in Austin on Sunday morning. This was forward thinking. The boys are in the best mood first thing in the morning which is great. We crossed our fingers and the results speak for themselves. They ended up really great. The new photo at the top of the page is proof.

Here is another:

We are really happy with the photos of the boys. They are getting really big, weighing in at over 13 lbs each. The other awesome news is that they are sleeping through the night. We feed them every four hours at 7, 11, and 3 during the day, but after their 11 p.m. feeding, they sleep all night. The cool thing is, since we started this thing last Friday, they haven't made any noise to speak of.

By the way, I haven't forgotten about the feeding frenzy video. We just have to capture the right moment on film.

That Was Fast

The wheels come down hard here at Rolling For Trips. I am talking about time. Time rolls at the same constant pace. Crushingly constant. Depending on your perspective time may seem to go faster or slower depending on what you are doing. However, time is constant and unrelenting in force.

One second Carrie was pregnant. The next second the boys were born. Two seconds after that we were in the hospital. Next thing I know, they are home and growing at a very rapid rate. Sometimes it's so fast that it takes my breath away. I feel like if I blink I'll miss some huge milestone.

We went to the Doctor for our second check-up. The boys weighed right around eleven and half pounds each. This was less than a month after their original due date of August 16th. By September 16th they will definitely be at the twelve pound mark. What's that mean? Well, it means they are really big. For pre-mature babies, they are in the ninety-fifth percentile. I am happy to report that the Doctor said the boys are extremely healthy and normal little guys. He said we are doing a great job.

A few things are already over, and I can't help but feel a little sad. Don't get me wrong, I know how lucky we are, and I am very happy about their progress. However, seeing them grow at such a pace puts things into perspective. Let's take a look some things that are over.

Feeding Every Three Hours - While that was going on it seemed really difficult. One feeding stopped and you had a minute before the next one started. Now we are at every four hours. They eat at 11, 3, and 7 around the clock. In a month, the doctor said we could go all night without waking them up to feed them. That means night feedings will be over. Wow. That was fast. Carrie may argue with me there, but I doubt it. See, she does most of the 3 a.m. feedings. I can't believe that little section is almost gone.

Clothes - The 0 to 3 month clothes are too small. We are onto the 3 to 6 month clothes. Some of the clothes they have grown out of are pretty cool. I look at them, and then look at the clothes and think, "Wow, how did you fit in that less than a month ago?"

Car Seats - We already had to move the straps to the next bigger size. We did that today before we took the boys and Tess to the park.

Formula - We are passed the point where they need the formula for pre-mature babies, and onto normal regular formula for regular babies.

Heads - They work hard to hold their heads up. They now follow your actions with their eyes. When they are looking up at me they seem to be saying "I'm watching you. I am going to learn everything from you. I want to do what you do." That's a big responsibility. I screw up a lot in my day to day life. The thought of having three sets of eyes looking up to me as a role model is a bit intimidating. I really better get it together.

Cribs - The Pack and Play is still awesome and they love it. However, it's getting to the point where all three of them are little tight in there. They really don't like to touch each other when they are sleeping. They used to sleep all in the same crib, but now they each use their own.

This past weekend was really fun. Their Uncle Justin and Aunt Jennifer visited from Illinois. Justin is Carrie's brother. Jennifer and Carrie seem to be exactly the same person in a lot of respects, so Justin and I have a lot of sympathy for one another. We did a lot of getting out with the boys. Here is a picture of us at The Oasis on Lake Travis here in Austin.


The people at The Oasis were really nice and extremely accommodating. They made sure we had a nice table overlooking the lake and a place for the triplet stroller. I have to admit, the comments and the stares really got to me on this particular trip. One idiot next to us kept staring at the boys. I stared back.

Idiot: Wow. That's a big stroller.

Me: Yes it is. You have a tremendous grasp of the obvious.

Idiot: How do you get it through a doorway?

(Oh the things to say at this point. The many things to say.)

Me: You roll it.

Then, one lady walks up and drops this one on us:

"WOW!! What happened here?"

I looked at Carrie.

I waited.

Neither one of us said anything. However, you can imagine what went through both of our minds. The things we could have said. I think Jennifer jumped in and saved us. Here is Jennifer and I'm pretty sure she is holding Zane.


The previous day we had gone to the Capitol Building here in Austin. Want proof? Here is a picture of the capitol that I got off of Jennifer's Facebook page. We aren't in it. There are no babies in this picture, but we were really there. Seriously.
Anyway, on our way into the capitol with the triplet stroller some lady says:

Lady: Oh MY GOD!! How adorable! They are so sweet!

Me: Thank you very much.

Lady: Could I take their picture?

Wow. What do you say here? Here is a lady with a little girl who I think was her granddaughter. She wants to take a picture of three babies. Perfect strangers. For some reason I said yes. I think it was because she was so nice and sincere. She really meant no harm. I just found it odd. People asking for photos is a weird thing. I'm used to it from being in the band, but when it's your kids, it's strange. So, I came up with how to handle it in the future. Actually, this is Carrie's idea.

Weird Person: Can I take their picture? I haven't seen identical triplets before.

Me: Hey, I've never seen a kid as ugly as yours. If we can take a picture of your ugly kid, you can take a picture of our triplets. Deal?

Here is a picture of Justin and Jennifer with the boys.

The order here is.....

Wanna guess?

Okay, place your bets. Place your bets. Don't Scroll Down. Click on the Photo to make it larger.

What do you think?

The

answer

is

Zane, Cade, Cash

In other news, Carrie got a new jug to mix formula in. My old method as shown in the video is no longer necessary. This new way is a lot less violent and does not require that you lie on the floor. Oh well, that was fun while it lasted.

I want to thank everyone for reading the blog. It really is fun to write, and I'm going to write one as often as possible. Thanks to you, I do believe we are the most popular triplet blog on the internet. Since we started in February we have had almost 50,000 visitors. Feel free to pass it on to your friends and family.

Coming Soon to Rolling For Trips:

THE SCREAM VIDEO

INSTRUCTIONAL VIDEO: MAKING FORMULA

Bustin' Out

The boys have been home for quite a while now, and we have settled into a pretty good routine. Over the course of the last month we have come to realize several things. First and foremost, it's not as difficult as we were warned it would be. In fact, I think we had it built up in our minds so much that the fear of having our boys home and taking care of them was worse than the reality of it. Second, we were told by several people that we were completely out of our minds to use cloth diapers. I'm here to tell you that the Bum Genius cloth diapers that we use are awesome. It's really no big deal. We go through about 21-24 per day, and once a day they all get washed. Finally, I must add that I believe we are doing well because we are too ignorant to know any different. We have no other children, so we had no expectations. We just have three, and that's how it is. Carrie and I can't imagine not having three. I get a overwhelmed at times, but it's still the coolest thing I have been around.

Carrie and I made a vow that the boys weren't going to keep us from getting out and doing stuff. This week was when we decided that we would start getting them out of the house and taking the triplet stroller for a spin. Our first outing was to Guitar Center. I needed some strings and stuff, and Carrie and I thought it would be cool to take them out of the house for a quick trip to Guitar Center and maybe to get something to eat. Right away I realized how unique our little band happens to be. We have had plenty of time to get used to the idea of triplets, but the rest of the world is a little surprised by them. It doesn't help that you walk around pushing this:


Nothing says, "Look over here at us!!!" quite like a triplet stroller. This picture was taken today when we made a trip to Garden Ridge. That's my foot you see in the photo. This monstrosity is over six feet long. Look at the tires on the thing. Our first stop at Guitar Center went well. People were pretty cool there. We caught a few stares and got a few questions, but no big deal. Next we decided to run into Firehouse Subs to get a couple of sandwiches to go. We rolled in, and the place was full of the Friday lunch crowd. When we walked in, the place went instantly silent. Someone said "Oh My God!" Nice. We weren't there to hold the place up, but you would have thought that Carrie and I each had a sub machine gun and the boys each had a ski mask on. We soldiered on, ordered our sandwiches, and left. A nice lady who claimed to have twins came up to look at the boys. This was a pretty good glimpse into how our lives are going to be.

Today, we went to Garden Ridge and I was more prepared. There were a lot more stares and a lot more questions. I have learned that as long as you keep the stroller moving, the boys are cool. Stop and you are going to be met with some sort of argument from one of them. I was pushing the stroller around and letting Carrie shop a bit and several ladies came up with their kids to look at the boys and talk to me.

Lady 1: You have your hands full!

Me: I beg your pardon, I'm not holding anything.

Lady 1: (confused but trying to make conversation) How old are they?

Me: The car seats are brand new. A nice couple gave us the stroller. It's new too.

A few minutes later another lady approached.

Lady 2: Wow. Triplets. Are you just tired all the time?

Me: No, it's not bad. I make my wife do all the work.

A third lady approached with two young children.

Lady 3: (to her kid) Look at that!

Lady 3: Do they keep you up all night?

Me: I'm usually so drunk I can't hear them.

Lady 3: (trying to rally) What are they?

Me: They are babies.

None of the stares or questions are going to keep us from getting the boys out and seeing the world they live in. They do great in the car, and they do great in the stroller. I'm sure that I will totally flip out on someone who tries to touch them, and Carrie will have to calm me down. I hope I can avoid going to jail. I can see the headline:

TRIPLET DAD GOES CRAZY AT HOME DEPOT

At the end of the day, they are the most fascinating little creatures on earth. Sometimes they just like to sit up and check things out. In this next photo they are totally interested in what they are looking at. They seem to be yearning for knowledge, and whatever has captured their attention is full of the knowledge in which they seek. Look at how attentive they are. They seem to have questions about the meaning of life, history, art, science, politics, and religion. Their desire to learn is astounding. They want to drink from the fountain of information that has them so enamored.





What could possibly hold their attention in such a manner?




That's right.




You guessed it.






The old man is pretty fascinating. One thing that's pretty cool is that they love music. Put on some tunes and everybody gets happy. They love The Bottle Rockets, which is an awesome band out of Festus, Missouri. In fact, I have a Bottle Rockets shirt on right here. They also love this CD that my buddy Brandon Clark sent them of Lullaby Led Zeppelin tunes.

Tomorrow is bath day. Bath day is pretty exciting.





The success we are having is not possible without the help of both sides of the family. Our family and friends are amazing people. Here is a picture of the boys with their Uncle Chad, whom Zane Chad is named after.


Finally we have what seems to always be going on around here which is feeding time. Feeding time always just got finished and is just about to happen again. If you are late with a bottle, you are going to hear about it. The boys tend to get a little bossy if they aren't instantly served up a bottle at the proper temperature.


As of this moment all is quiet in the house. Mom and babies are all sleeping soundly. Everyone is happy.

I have to say that things are....yep...things are Perfect.

Brothers

Cade: WWHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWAAA!!!!

Cash: Would you shut up?

Cade: WWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

Zane: Seriously. Shut up.

Cade: WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

Zane: Okay, I'll scream with you. WWWWWWWWWWHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Cash: I personally won't dignify this. They aren't coming in here.

Cade: If I yell long enough, they might.

Cash: And do what? Check to see if one of us has spit up, and then they're gone.

Cade: She might rock me to sleep, and I'm really tired of doing all the yelling around here.

Cash: Hey now...that's not fair. I did plenty of yelling the day before yesterday.

Cade: Whatever. I do more than my share, and go ahead and try and tell me that I haven't gotten us fed earlier than normal on occasion.

Zane: Yippee. Formula. That's awesome. Thanks for the formula bro. I really appreciate it. It smells bad and tastes worse. I don't get why you're so excited to eat all the time. All weekend they are eating Bar-B-Que, Gumbo, Steaks, and knocking back the beers and all we get is formula. Even Tess got some brisket.

Cade: Hey, it beats laying here. Besides those stupid bouncy seats only play two songs and then the sound of the ocean or whatever. The first song is that insipid "Go to sleep little baby", and the next one sounds like it was on "Top Gun", but I don' think it was. It's a cheap knock off of a "Top Gun" style song. Half the reason I lay in that thing and scream is because I want some better tunes.

Zane: Well, we're in bed now, and you know as soon as Mom even starts to fall asleep Dad shuts off the baby monitor. They run a fan in the room specifically to drown us out, and Dad is half deaf from playing guitar anyway. I enjoy screaming as much as the next baby, but at night it doesn't do any good. It's best to go to sleep and wait for the 3:00 am.

Cash: I agree, and you know this whole putting us the same crib is fine, but if you're going to yell all night I'm going to try and figure out how to let them know I need my own space.

Cade: I'll shut up for now, but the first sign of anything weird, I'm screaming bloody murder.

Zane: Oh..we know. You're right beside me.

God: Hey Boys!! How are my favorite triplets?

Zane: Hey it's God! He came to visit us.

Cade: Sweet!

Cash: Hey God, what's up?

God: Oh, I was just in town to see how hot it actually was here. Apparently somebody messed with the thermostat in Texas and it got stuck on 109 degrees. I'm not sure who it was, but I'm pretty sure Moses did it.

Zane: We wouldn't know. We don't get out much. However, Dad sweats like a pig. He came inside the other day, and when he picked me up I threw up on him.

God: Patience my boy. Patience. You'll get outside soon enough. Before you know it you'll be paying your own bills and changing your Dad's diapers.

Cade: Have you met our Mom? She didn't really have any patience to pass down to us.

God: She did skip that line back at the assembly plant.

Cash: Dad isn't much better.

God: No, he isn't. They were made for each other and now they have you. How do you like it so far?

Cash: Well, everyone has an IPHONE but us. We don't get to use the remote. Dad only watches baseball, and the other day they put me in my bouncy seat facing AWAY from the television and I missed the Red Sox walk off win in the bottom of the 11th.

Zane: There aren't that many girls around here. We've only met one that was any where near our age, and she tried to eat the dog food.

Cade: I thought she was hot.

Cash: Hot or not, she's only been over twice and she didn't even talk to us.

Cade: She talked to me.

Zane: Keep dreaming there screamer.

God: Listen boys, I say you ramp up the screaming. Scream when nothing is wrong. Scream when it makes no sense and scream when it does make sense. It's best to keep them guessing.

Cash: We had them reading out of a book earlier tonight. They can't figure out how much or how often to feed us. It's pretty funny.

God: Good! Drive them nuts. They really do love you guys, and at this point you can really do no wrong. You can sleep whenever you want. You eat all the time, and you don't have to have a job. It's like club med for free loaders.

Cade: You're right God. At the end of the day, it's a pretty easy gig being a Krug Triplet.

Zane: By the way God, that's a really nice jacket.

God: Thanks! Do you like it?

Cash: I don't know if the lime green jacket goes with the camouflage shorts.

Cade: The Chuck Taylor's you're wearing are nice. We each have our own pair. Haven't worn them yet. Mom's holding out on the Chucks.

God: Boys I hate to run off, but I'm off to have some Sushi and see Jimmie Vaughn at Antone's. I'll drop by from time to time, but don't expect to see me much until we get this heat thing figured out. I'm just in town for tonight. Tomorrow is going to be rough.

Cash: We appreciate you stopping by.

Zane: Hey God. What are you driving?

God: The Gran Tarino boys.

Cade: Sweet. Rev it up for us on your way down the block.

God: Will do. Now get back to screaming.


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A Screaming Contest

There is nothing better to distract you from the Texas heat than three screaming babies. Usually, they take turns, and we never have more than one baby screaming at once. Normally, it's pretty easy to get them to stop. A pacifier instantly quiets them most of the time. Every now and then, you have to go with the pacifier/swing combination. We have also found that the Pack and Play is their favorite place. Thank you very much to our friends from New Braunfels for making that lovely donation to the cause. Carrie and I often remark at how lucky we are to have such quiet well behaved babies.

This all changed yesterday.

Yesterday, there was no stopping anyone from screaming. I couldn't believe it. You would have thought they were being tortured. It didn't matter what we did or where we put them, they screamed bloody murder at the top of their lungs. Carrie and I had no idea what to do.

Mike: What's the matter with them?

Carrie: I have no idea.

Mike: They are clean, they just got fed, and they burped. What the story?

Carrie: Are they hot?

Mike: Let's take someone's temperature.

We took Cade's temp. 98.4 is pretty normal.

Mike: I wish they would stop.

Carrie: Me too.

Mike: I'm starting to think that they are just bad people.

Carrie: They might be.

Mike: I'm serious. They might just be real jerks, and we are just finding out about it. We haven't known them that long.

When all else failed, and the screaming contest was at its loudest I decided to join them.

I stood in the middle of the living room and started screaming too.

"If it's a screaming contest you want babies, I will give you more than you can handle."

I screamed as loud as I could for quite a while. This caused the dog to start barking. However, the sound coming from the babies was drowning us out, and Tess and I were losing badly. I turned up the volume and started screaming more. I wasn't going to give up. I decided to jump up and down while screaming. I'm not sure why, but this got Tess even more into the contest. She was barking pretty good, and I was yelling continuously. The babies sensed they were being challenged, and the kicked their volume up a bit. Eventually, Tess and I collapsed on the couch thoroughly beaten be three eight pound babies.

The boys celebrated their victory in the screaming contest by taking a victory scream lap that lasted about two hours.

Mom was not having any fun.

Eventually, after their 10:30 feeding during which Dad lost an argument with Mom in the third round, they calmed down. Mom and Dad's nerves were shot.

I hope today is better. The boys are eating a lot and we can't believe how much they have grown just in the last week. This goes so fast. I just went and looked at them while they are sleeping and it occurred to me it won't be long before they gang up on me and beat me into submission. It won't take much.



This is the boys in the Pack and Play Unit. They love it. Yes, we know babies aren't supposed to sleep on their stomachs. Yes, we are right there watching the whole time. No, they don't sleep like this at night.



This photo is from the night I learned to feed all of them at once. Yes, I am paying close attention to make sure they don't choke. You are right, it might not be a good idea, but come over for a pre-feeding screaming concert and you would do the same thing.



This is the boys in their bouncy seats enjoying their pacifiers. Note how they all put their left hands in the same location, and turn their heads the exact same way. Anyone know which baby is which? Me neither.