One Year

A year is 365 days.

The last year consisted of the following:

13,140 Diapers

4,380 Bottles

1,460 Feedings

These are averages of course. They may vary a bit one way or the other, but it's a pretty good estimate.

One thing to think about is that there are 8,760 hours in one year.

That is 1.5 diapers per hour for a whole a year.

On one hand, the year that has passed since June 2nd, 2010 seems like the longest year of our lives.

On the other hand, it seems like it went by in the blink of an eye.

That's the more overpowering feeling. The blink of an eye thing. This has gone very very fast.

This is Cade Richard on the day he was born:


Here is Cade Richard after breakfast on his first birthday:



This is Zane Chad on the day he was born:


Here is Zane Chad after breakfast on his very first birthday:



This is Cash Dean on the day he was born:



Here is Cash Dean on his first birthday:



What a difference a year makes.

One year.

365 days.

I can't get over it.

I don't care who you are, that's a miracle.


We have another family member that was born in June also. This is Tess Riley around the time she came home:


Here is Tess Riley Krug on June 2nd, 2011. She is pretty excited about the fact that her little brothers are turning ONE.


Summing up the last year is pretty difficult. It's hard to put a neat little bow on it and wrap it up. I have to say, it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be. We are pretty lucky to have three really good babies. They never got sick. We didn't have any of those crazy stay up all night long dealing with screaming babies episodes that I was convinced would happen all the time. After we got home from the NICU, the worst thing we have had to deal with is diaper rash.

Yep, we are very lucky.

Memories of the NICU are tough. Looking back at the pictures of the boys the day they were born is pretty rough. At the time, we thought they were the most beautiful things on earth. And they were. However, compared to what they look like now, they look like little purple aliens. The time in the NICU seems like a blur. I think back on it, and I remember a lot of it, but it just flew by in such a rush of stress ridden days that it's hard to think about. I have never experienced such extreme highs and horrible lows as you do in the NICU.

Once again, and I'm sure they are still reading this, to everyone at Scott and White Hospital in Temple, Texas....Thank You.

Of all the changes that have taken place over the last year, I know one thing for sure. These kids have really changed the way Carrie and I spend a night out on the town. Last night was our two year Wedding Anniversary. Yes, the boys were born one day after our first wedding anniversary. Anyhow, we went out to dinner last night. As we were coming home, I couldn't help but think of the massive difference between a night out before triplets and a night out after triplets.

Let's take a look.

Before Triplets:

Head out around 8:00 p.m. Find a parking lot for the car that doesn't mind if we pick it up the next morning. Head to a restaurant. Grab a starter cocktail and tell the waiter to keep 'em coming. Have dinner while we talk about work. I might tell Carrie about a book I've been reading. She might tell me about a song she heard on the radio and ask me who sang it. I would probably bore Carrie with some historical fact about the building we were in or the neighborhood. We would talk about getting a new cool car or I would describe the perfect guitar that I want. Towards the end of dinner we start figuring out where our friends were going to be. Next we would head out on foot to find them. Find the bar everyone was at and start ordering shots. This is when drinking was considered an Olympic Event for both of us. The music was loud. We had loud conversations with friends, and we didn't stop until the lights came on at 2:00 a.m. Next, it was time for to find a sober driver or to call a cab. If a sober driver was available, a stop at What-A-Burger was mandatory. If not, the cab ride home. Once we were home, I hate to say it but there was usually a night cap. After that bed at around 4:00 a.m. The next morning wake up at noon and try to piece together the night and figure out how to retrieve the car from its parking place downtown.

After Triplets:

Dinner at 7:00. Maybe have one beer with dinner and then a second one if things are going well. Talk about nothing but the triplets. What they need. How they act. What we think is coming next, and so on and so forth. 8:20 finish dinner and think we should at least hit a bar since we are downtown. Find a bar, order a beer, continue to talk about the triplets. After one beer, take a look at the clock, see that it is 9:20 p.m., and decide to head home. Home by 9:45 and in bed by 10:30.

It's all good with me, cause I'm old and tire easily.

Besides, one thing I have noticed is that by 7:00 a.m. the boys want to eat no matter how many beers I have had. After breakfast they go into their walkers and slam them around the house like bumper cars. They yell at the top of their lungs and try to break things. They chase the dog and cat around. Everyday is a pretty crazy Triplet Rodeo, and I guarantee that you don't want to show up to one of these things with a hangover. After they get bored with the walkers they crawl around on the floor. They grab everything in site and try and destroy it. Someone always wants held. It's pretty serious.


As you'd expect, we wouldn't change a thing. I can't believe the boys are one year old. That's crazy. We made it through the first year. Everyone said that the first year was going to be the hardest. Well, here we are.

Happy Birthday to our little boys.

Last of the Jump Jump Days

There are so many things about having triplets that you just don't think about. We had one pop up recently, and I'm embarrassed to say that this scenario hadn't really occurred to me. I was working in the studio the other day and Carrie was home with the boys. There was a prescription for Zane we needed to pick up. There was a lull in the action where I was, so I had some time to run and get Zane's medicine. On the way home I got a call from Carrie. Someone had rang the doorbell and then ran off. The reason that this was alarming is because of the recent smash and grab robberies that have been happening in and around Austin. These people ring your doorbell, wait for you to answer, and if you don't, they kick the door in, grab whatever they can and leave as quickly as they came. We do have a sign on our door that says, "Please do not ring the doorbell." This is because our dog Tess is very protective and barks if anyone rings the doorbell, which in turn wakes up three boys who are horrible at napping during the day. While this behavior is annoying at times, I have always appreciated how protective she is. If someone is in the front yard Tess goes nuts. I figured that a salesperson or whatever had rang the doorbell before they saw the sign, got freaked out and ran. I came up the street and saw a guy walking with a clip board. He looked like a door to door guy to me, so I stopped to talk to him.

Me: Hey, I see you are going door to door, did you ring the doorbell on that house up there with the Tahoe in the driveway?

Him: Umm....No, I didn't.

Me: Are you sure? My wife is home with our kids, and it freaked her out a bit.

Him: I didn't do anything.

Me: Well, who are you with?

Him: I'm with G.E.

Me: Can I see some identification or something?

Him: I don't have to show you anything.

Me: Fine, you can talk to the Police.

The areas around our neighborhood aren't the best, and I don't even mess around anymore. I just call the Police. The Austin Police are very quick to respond, and I have spoken to them at length about the problems in our neighborhood. They tell me to call when I see anything out of the ordinary. The Police came and dealt with him. Why he wouldn't show me any ID is pretty strange.

This whole little scenario brings up two things about the reality of having triplets. First of all, picking up a prescription wouldn't be a big deal for a lot of people. However, with three it becomes a real chore. How convenient is it to load up three babies in this contraption and go to a pharmacy?



It's not convenient at all. This is the boys' new stroller. The stroller itself weighs 70 pounds. Add around 65 pounds of triplet to the thing and it's pretty heavy. It makes what normally would be a quick trip to the pharmacy into something that could quite possibly turn into an Olympic Event. I can hear the play by play announcer now:

Announcer: We are here at the Triplet Moving Event at the Summer Olympics. Carrie has to get the stroller out of the back of the Tahoe, unfold it, and set the parking brake. Next, she has to get all three boys into the stroller. After that, it's into the pharmacy to get the prescription and back out to load everyone up again. Let's see if she can beat the four minute and 36 second record she set during the preliminaries. Hopefully this time she won't get into a fist fight with another customer in the pharmacy. That got her disqualified the last time and really cut into her time.


This whole day got me thinking about a lot of things. What if someone did attack the house when I wasn't at home? It would be impossible to pick up the three boys and run to the neighbors. What do you do in this situation? Call 911 for sure, but then what? I realize that a full frontal assault on our house is unlikely, but it gets you thinking about how absolutely helpless and venerable you are with three kids all at the same stage of helplessness.

In other news, the days of the Jump Jumps are over. We were down to using two, with one boy in a walker. Zane is our resident master of the walker. He goes everywhere with it. The other two are pretty good themselves, so we made the decision to get two more walkers and sell the jump jumps. No more Jumperoos. It's the end of an era.

That's right sports fans, these boys are now mobile. I'll look down and one of the boys will have crawled into the kitchen. One second they are in the middle of the living room, and the next second they are doing this:

Yep, checking out the outside world. We have taken some steps in child proofing the house, and more will be needed. We have already figured out how to get into the dog water. They also find each other very interesting.


Here are some various crawling around pictures. This one happens to be of Cade.


Here is Zane:

Zane again:


Here is one of Cash under a Jump Jump.



These next pictures are of the boys taking a nap. Top to bottom are Cade, Zane, and Cash.

Needless to say, they don't look very tired.

They would rather be moving around and destroying things than taking a nap. Makes sense to me. I was never much of a nap guy myself. We have passed a lot of milestones recently, and we will pass many more in the next six months. Walking comes to mind. A friend of mine recently told me this:

"You spend the two years teaching them how to walk and talk. After that you try to get them to sit down and shut up."

No matter the trials and tribulations, one things is true:

Having triplets is a blast.

Here is a video of Cade and Cash in their Jump Jumps. Oh the memories.

Cinco De Mayo

The boys celebrated their first Cinco De Mayo this past week. I find it amusing that in the United States, we take any excuse to drink that another culture may have, and adopt it as our own. I had to look it up, but Cinco De Mayo is mainly celebrated in the state of Puebla, in Mexico. The date is observed to commemorate the Mexican army's unlikely victory over French forces at the Battle of Puebla on May 5, 1862, under the leadership of General Ignacio Zaragoza Seguín. Yes, I copied that from Wikipedia. In the U.S., we use it as a day to celebrate Mexican culture, but mainly to get hammered. However, there is no "hammered" when you have triplets. The boys have no sympathy for a father who may have had one too many the night before. They still get up at 7:00 a.m., and they are very hungry and impatient. No matter what, you had better be on your game. They like their bottles, and they like their oatmeal, and the service better be snappy.

The boys have started doing quite a few things since the last blog. First of all, they are all holding up their own bottles. They can also hold themselves up while standing. Personally, I can not believe how big they are and how much they have grown. Here is a picture of Cash. We are happy to report that we had our second appointment with the neurosurgeon, and he thinks that Cash is just fine.

They thought he might have hydrocephalus, but after further examination, he just has a big head. The Doctor thinks he is going to be a rather large boy. Below you have Mr. Zane standing up in Cade's crib waiting for his turn to be taken to the chow line.

Carrie and I have been trying to give the boys individual attention whenever possible. Usually this entails taking just one baby to the store. Cash and Zane have both been taken to the store by themselves, but Cade's first solo trip to Wal-Mart was captured on video on my phone. As you will be able to hear if you turn up the audio, the cart had a messed up wheel. I know, that's odd for Wal-Mart. However, Cade thought this was the best thing in the world. The faster we went, the better he liked it. Don't worry, he is strapped into the cart using the Wal-Mart child safety strapping system that I'm sure was developed in a highly sophisticated lab in Arkansas after much research. As you can see, Cade is having a blast with the old man.



At the top of the page, you will notice that the boys have their Red Sox gear on. This is because they are really big Red Sox Fans. They love the Red Sox. We submitted this photo to the Red Sox "Fan of the Week" contest. I think we have a chance at winning. My good buddy Scott from Houston, Texas got the boys these shirts. Here is a shot of the back;


Here are some individual shots. This is Cash. He has something in his hand, which happens to be grass, but he must put it in his mouth. Doesn't matter what it is. Hey, he has no idea. It might taste good.

Next we have Cade. Here he is doing angry pouty lips. I wonder where he gets that.

Finally, we have Mr. Zane. It's amazing how different the three boys are. They are alike in many ways, but they each have their own way of going about things. It's going to be exciting to watch as they progress.

A couple weeks ago, we decided that we would take the boys out to dinner with us. This has been something that have avoided doing for reasons that should be obvious. For whatever reason, we decided that an excursion to the Austin Pizza Garden would be a good idea. We took Grandma along for an extra set of hands. We decided to leave the stroller in the car, so we just carried their car seats into the restaurant. The place was pretty full, and it's pretty loud, so we felt safe bringing our merry band in for some pizza. It's interesting to watch people as they realize that there are three of them. We each held a boy while we ordered and ate pizza. They boys like to slap whatever is in front of them and yell. Don't get me wrong, it's a joyful noise, but they get really excited and love to hear themselves. They get into contests in which they each try to slap the table and make more noise than their brother. All in all they did extremely well and we have to thank the staff at Austin Pizza Garden. They didn't even bat an eye when we walked in. Carrie grabbed my phone in order to take a picture of Cash taking his first bite of pizza. I didn't know that my phone had video capability. Carrie figured it out, and took this quick video of Cash and Cade trying pizza for the first time. The video isn't very good, but I thought it would be cool to show them the first time they ever tasted pizza. If they are like me, it will be a love affair that will continue throughout their lives. So here it is. It's really short and Cade gets mad, but whatever.



In other news, the boys love to take baths. They graduated to the big bath tub and they think it's pretty awesome to splash around. Giving baths is obviously a big production. They have more toys than they can possibly play with.

Oh yes, and as always....Tess was there too.

Things are pretty normal around here. The boys will turn 1 year old on June 2nd. On June 1st, Carrie and I will have been married for 2 years. Wow. What an amazing year it has been. The boys have grown out of their stroller and their car seats. It won't be long and they will be walking. I can't believe it. I often find myself just watching them, as they are crawling around on the floor trying to figure out how to break things, and I think how amazing it is that they are my kids. The list of different ways I can screw their lives up is endless.

Finally, here is a field of bluebonnets. In Texas, bluebonnets are big deal this time of year. Why? Because Texas is the best place on earth. This is God's Country and he kissed the landscape with bluebonnets. Every year, the bluebonnets bloom in the Texas Hill Country. The weather is perfect and all is right with the world. Here is a field of bluebonnets;


Here is a picture of some triplet boys who are not cooperating with Mom who is trying to take a picture of them in the field of bluebonnets.


That's it for now. Thanks for following along. The boys 1 year birthday will be quite an event I am sure.

NO!

Write it down. It happened. Carrie had to tell the boys "NO" for the first time. The first time it happened, I wasn't at home. She told me about it over the phone. For the record, we also have our first recipient of the word No. His name is Zane. What did Zane do? Well, as I may have mentioned, Zane is sort of our resident trouble maker. Tonight, he grabbed Cash by the hair and pulled him over. Then he proceeded to try and yank the hair out of Cash's head. This brought out my very first "No". I made a mental note of this monumental occasion. I am sure there are many more where that one came from. Understandably, Cash did not appreciate this show of aggression. He started screaming. I picked him up. Then Zane picked his next target which happened to be Cade. He tried to crawl over to Cade and push him over. Mom rescued Cade and Zane got another very emphatic NO from his Mother. With Cade and Cash safely in the arms of Mom and Dad, Zane had no one to pick on. He just crawled around and tried to knock things over. He laughs and laughs when you tell him no. He doesn't care. That reminds me of someone. Yep, I was always one to just do whatever and suffer the consequences later. Hopefully this behavior won't continue, but I have a feeling the odds are not in my favor.

This picture is from the birthday party of one Alexander Morgan. He turned three years old recently, and he is very tight with the triplets. He loves them and is very patient with them. The boys are in awe of Alexander. He is big. He can walk. He is kind of like Mom and Dad, but more like them. They just sit and stare at him. It's pretty cool.


Alex is the one standing on the bumper in the tan shorts with the fireman's hat on. You can pick out the triplets. When I found out that the birthday party was being held at a real live Fire Station I was awestruck.

What three year old boy wouldn't want his birthday party at a Fire Station? For that matter, what 37 year old man wouldn't want his birthday party at a Fire Station? I know I would. This party was awesome. All the kids got to sit up in the trucks and see all the cool fire equipment. The party took place right in the garage of the station.

Here is Cash sitting up in a real live fire truck.


This is Cade taking his turn.



Finally, we have Zane hanging out for a photo op.



In this one, Zane wanted to try on a helmet. He was really ready to fight some fire.



The Leander Fire Department is awesome for allowing kids to have their birthday parties at the station. What a great idea. When I asked the Fire Chief about it he said that the fire station belongs to the community, and when it's not in use, the community should be able to enjoy it.

Very cool.


In other news, we planted what could be considered a garden. Before I met Carrie, I had never really eaten vegetables. I liked meat, bread, and potatoes. This was obviously not a very healthy diet. Carrie got me eating several vegetables, and I was surprised to find out that I really like them. In an effort to set a good example, I have decided to completely change my diet. We want our boys to learn to eat right. We figure that they don't know any better, so it will be easy to start early. Besides that, I recently went to the Doctor and they said words to me like "blood pressure" and "cholesterol". Since I am a total hypochondriac, there is even more incentive to make a change. This week we planted seven tomato plants, some various other vegetables, and Carrie was finally able to utilize the plant hangers that I built a long time ago.






Sure, it's pretty small, but you have to start somewhere. Hopefully, this is just the first phase of what will be a glorious future for Team Krug. If this goes well, we can expand our garden and get the boys involved. Carrie is quite the gardener and seems to really enjoy it. She says that home grown tomatoes are the best, and so did one of my favorite song writers Guy Clark. I have never had one, but I'm looking forward to trying one of ours. I like ketchup and salsa, and they both have tomatoes, so how bad can it be?

Here is Guy Clark:



In less than two months, the boys will turn 1 year old. That's amazing. We already need new car seats and a stroller. These kids are going to need to get jobs.

Ten Months Old

The boys turned 10 months old this past Saturday, April 2nd. Mom and Dad celebrated by going to see the Red Sox play in Arlington against the Texas Rangers. The Rangers destroyed the Red Sox, and Dad wasn't happy, but they had a great time despite the loss.



I must admit, it is difficult being away from the boys. Carrie has a much harder time with it than I do. This was only the second night that we both spent away from them and at a whopping 180 miles it was also the furthest. When we are away, no matter what, the conversation always turns back to the boys.

Carrie's mother was kind enough to take care of them, and offer constant updates via Facebook and Text to keep our minds at ease.


What are they doing?

Well, they have figured out how to take off their diapers, so now this is happening.



How are they?

At ten months old we have several things going on. First of all, Zane has two teeth and the other two each have one. The teething hasn't really seemed to bother them much so far. If they throw a fit we just put some baby Orajel on there and they calm down.

The first time we had teeth problems one of the boys was screaming at the top of his lungs.

Mike: What's his deal?

Carrie: His teeth hurt.

Mike: Oh. I wish he would quit screaming.

Carrie: He will when they stop hurting.

Mike: Get some whiskey.

Carrie: We are not putting whiskey on their gums!

Mike: The whiskey is for me. They make other stuff for their gums. Why waste good whiskey on a kid that won't appreciate it?

Aside from a few isolated incidents, they have been pretty quiet with their teething.

In other news, I must say that things are happening very fast. They are all sitting up and moving around a lot more. Despite the fact that Zane is the smallest of the three, he has turned into our resident ass kicker. When we sit them on the mat to play, Zane takes great pleasure in knocking his brothers over, pulling their hair, tugging on their faces, and doing whatever he can to inflict pain. Reminds me of his Mom. Cash has learned the game too, but doesn't kick near as much ass as Zane. Cade is such a sweet boy and is usually on the receiving end of all this (but not always). This behavior has caused us to use the word "NO" with them for the first time, and believe it or not, they just don't get it. That or they just don't care. Tell Zane "NO" and he just smiles and laughs at you. All things considered, they really are turning into a lot of fun. They are especially happy when I get them up in the morning. For now, these boys really are morning people. They seem to be in the best mood at this time of the day.

People told us that you won't remember what life was like without your kids. I must say that this is very true. Carrie and I can not remember what we did before them. These little freeloaders just came in and took over the house and our whole lives. I'm sure we used to do things. I remember vaguely what it was like to be financially stable. I sort of remember what it was like to sleep past 6:30 a.m. Now, I can't sleep past that time. For instance, when we went to the game, we stayed at a hotel in Arlington. At 6:30 am we were both up. We tried our best to sleep in and take it easy, but at 8:30 am, we drove home to Austin. Neither one of could wait to see the boys. After all, we had been away for almost 24 hours.

Finally, I would like to say something about a certain life decision that Carrie and I recently made. It actually pretty much happened on April 1st. Coming to a decision like this on April Fool's Day is probably very telling, but it happened on that day. I should preface this by saying that this blog started out as a way to keep everyone informed about the triplet pregnancy. Then it became a way to help out other people who were expecting multiples. All along it allowed us to keep everyone informed and post pictures of the boys. Now, in my mind it has naturally become a pretty extensive online baby book. Because I am painfully slow, it recently occurred to me that the boys will one day read this and be able to know exactly what it is that we were going through and what was happening with them.

So, this next part is for the boys. I have a feeling that this decision will have a very big impact on their lives. Here it goes.

Dear Boys,

This is your father. I don't know how old you will be when you read this, but my guess is around age 4. We started reading to you recently, and I'm pretty sure you will have the hang of it soon.
If not, don't worry, I'm way older than you and I can't do math. On to the point. I would like to tell all of you that as of April 1st, 2011 I stopped looking for a job. I know what you are thinking. "Great Dad! You must have found a job." Not so fast. I did find a couple of opportunities, but they didn't make any sense. See, here in 2011, we have this recession going on. There are not a lot of jobs out there available to anyone, let alone for a guitar player turned triplet father. This is why your mother and I have decided to start our own business. Yes, the field is the music business, but what did you expect? That's what I have spent the last 20 years doing. I know how to play the guitar, and I have spent my whole life in the music business. It's time for me to take all I have learned and apply it to doing our own thing. We are doing this for several reasons. First of all, I was going to have to start at the bottom with every other company, so why not just start at the bottom with our own company. I want you boys to know one thing:

It is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees.

Yes, I'm sure it is going to be rough going, especially at first. We have several things going for us. First of all, your mother is very smart. Second, I'm smart enough to listen to her. This business will allow us to work from home, where you happen to spend all of your time, so that makes it convenient. By now you are painfully aware that music is what we know here at the Krug Ranch. It's how I met your mother. It's what our friends do. It's pretty much who we are. I have always been my own boss, and I don't know why I thought I could work for anyone else. Both your Grandpa Krug and your Grandpa Creasey work for themselves, so I guess it runs in the family.

Well that's it. I wanted you to be aware of when and why this decision took place. I'm sure that everything turned out great, because your mother and I refuse to quit until we win. Your mother and I love you very much and we couldn't be happier that you are here.

Love,

Dad

P.S. At this very moment you are all screaming. Just wait until you are teenagers. Paybacks are a bitch.


Finally, we have a video of the boys playing on their mat. This is what they do right now. It's not very exciting, there is no plot, and we didn't edit it at all. Zane spits up and Cash and Cade fall over. That's about the size of it, but we know there are a lot of family members out there that would like to see it....

The Ides of March

Yes, it has been a while since we've had any updates here at Rollin' For Trips. As you may have guessed, things have been extremely busy around here.

Everyone always said to us, "Wait until they are moving!"

Well, they are moving. They sort of get on all fours and do this lunge/crawl thing while they make a lot of noise. They are pretty good at sitting up, Zane happens to be the best at it for some reason. They have a mat that they like to crawl around on, and it is extremely amusing to watch them interact.

Let's get right to some pictures, because I know that's what you came for.

Here are the boys in their Kansas State University Wildcat Pajamas. They really get behind the Wildcats. They understand that the University of Kansas is an evil place and that the colors Red and Blue are ugly.


This is one from back in February when my brother Jason and his wife Sara came down for a visit. They are still eating four times a day, and we have moved them onto more solid food and are starting to cut down on the formula. The formula days are about over and this freaks me out.


Here is one of them on the couch around the same time. Cash and Zane are the two with the curly hair. Cade's hair remains straight as an arrow. We are getting to know them and what to expect from each of them. Generally, Zane is extremely happy. He loves to sing and he is very content. Cade on the other hand will generally be the one that is the most pissed off. Cash goes either way. In this picture they are very happy...for a second.


These next pictures are from the last two days. Carrie is getting quite good with her camera. Recently, Cade discovered that he had a tongue. He sticks it out all the time


Lately, we have been moving their jump jumps outside. It's been really nice here, and the boys really seem to like hanging out outside and listening to music. We play them a wide variety of stuff. Yesterday we listened to The Mavericks and George Jones. This is Cash. He is wearing a Boston Red Sox Shirt. You can't tell because he has to have a bib on to keep it from getting soaking wet in five minutes.


This is Cade with Uncle Joe. He plays in Back Porch Mary with Dad. Joe is an extremely good Nanny. He helps with the kids and helps Dad drink beer. It's a win win for everyone.

I personally think that Zane is going to be a Doctor. He has a very good bed side manner and shows great concern for his patient.


Here is one of Zane singing along with George Jones. Zane has a great deal of respect for Genuine Country Music. He understand the roots of the music and knows that George Jones is perhaps the finest country singer that has ever sang a note.

Here are the boys yesterday. Much to the chagrin of their mother, they really got dirty yesterday.


This is the latest fun thing. Playing with toys on the mat. It generally involves trying to take the toy from your brother. The toy your brother has is always better than the one you have. This is Zane sitting up and Cade laying down. These pictures were taken just a few short minutes ago after breakfast and before the mandatory morning nap.


As I mentioned, Zane is the best at sitting up on his own for the longest period of time. I always say to the other two, "Why can't you be more like Zane?" Well, if you triplets are reading this someday in the future, know that Zane was first.



Here is our Cash Buddy again. We had a bit of a scare with him this week. We went to their 9 month check-up, and Cash's head had grown quite a bit between the 6 and 9 month visit. The Doctor was concerned enough that she ordered an ultrasound done through his soft spot to see if there was any trouble. Turns out, Cash has a bit of excess water outside of his brain. This condition is called benign external hydrocephalus. Carrie and I were petrified. They referred us to a neurosurgeon. We went to that appointment on Thursday, and he gave us some great news. He saw the water on the ultrasound, but says this is normal for kids that have large heads. Turns out, Carrie's entire family on both sides are known for their extremely large melons. The excess water is usually absorbed by the time the child is 18 months. We are going to keep monitoring the situation just to make sure, but the Doctor said he is developing normally and he wasn't concerned. We are very thankful for our healthy boys.

There are big changes for the Krug Family on the horizon. The boys are almost 1 year old and we can't believe it. They are getting so big and growing up so fast it's scary. We will try to keep you up to date. We really want to make a new video for Trip T.V., so we'll work on that.

Finally, here is a big THANK YOU to everyone that voted for us in the photo contest. I am proud to announce, and Carrie is even prouder, that we WON. Yep, we won hands down. You people really pulled it out. That means that Mollie Kendall is going to be taking the boys one year pictures. I bet we post them right here.