Baby Gear

Carrie went with an expectant triplet Mom to Baby's 'R' Us on Saturday. My fellow triplet Dad Ryan said today, "They should have tissues at the entrance to that place. That way all the scared parents can wipe away their tears as they look at the ridiculous expensive crap you don't need." I wasn't allowed to go along on the trip with the expectant Mom. Why? Good common sense on Carrie's part for one. Second, I would have been a very bad influence on the proceedings telling her exactly why she didn't need a baby air purifier for $129.99. This is a message to Keith and Stephanie who are expecting triplets or to anyone who is:

Do not worry. You don't need half the crap people say you need. Baby stuff is everywhere for free. We haven't purchased hardly anything. Swings, clothes, bibs, towels, tubs, rattles, bottles, you name it. Don't let this stuff scare you. Tons of it got passed down to us, and we will pass it on. There is no need to spend good money on stuff they will use twice.

Back to Baby Stuff:

There are plenty of things that I have to complain about as far as baby stuff is concerned. The first thing is the baby monitor. Now, there are plenty of houses where a baby monitor is required. Ours doesn't happen to be one of them. The baby room is nine steps from our bed to their door. How do I know this? I just counted. However, we do have a baby monitor. Why? Cause if you don't have one you are a bad parent or something. I can tell you one thing, we can hear the boys scream without the monitor. It's easy. The monitor simply amplifies the sound. It actually gives you some sort of weird delay on the screams. You get it from the monitor, and from the actual baby at the same time. Why am I mad about the baby monitor? Well, the thing totally screwed me over the other night. Here's what happened.

I fed the boys at their 10:00 p.m. feeding and took the monitor to bed with me placing it on the nightstand on my side of the bed. Now, the thing beeps when one of two things are happening. It beeps if the temperature rises above 79 degrees, and it beeps when the battery is going dead. For some reason, the battery life on ours is getting less and less. Before, you could get a good six hours out of a charge. Now, it's like two hours. Anyway, I'm a deep sleeper. I spent a lot of years on the road with a huge party going on around me and I found a way to sleep through anything. Anyway, the battery was going dead on the baby monitor and it was beeping. Carrie wakes me up and tells me about it. I look over and hear the thing beep. In my sleep addled mind, I thought, "Hey, you better charge it up. If you don't have it in here with you, you are a bad parent." So, I go to put it on the charging base which is in the boys room of course. I open the door and fall over the chair that sits in the room. I crash into the dresser which holds the charger. This of course wakes up all three babies. I place the monitor on the charger, make my way back to bed, and try to go back to sleep. Well, the babies I had awoken were having none of that. I spent the rest of the night trying to get them to go to sleep. The whole night sucked. I basically use the baby monitor to see what temperature it is in the room. The thing is a piece of crap.

The next thing I would like to address is the snap up pajamas that seem to be common place. Snap up pajamas? I mean really. There are like 18 snaps on one of these things. Zip up pajamas are where it's at. Who wants to wake up at three in the morning and have 18 snaps to contend with to change a diaper? I think it's a cruel joke. Furthermore, if you start wrong and snap in the wrong place, you have to start over again. Meanwhile the baby is getting more and more agitated. Babies don't just stick their legs out and allow you to slip their pajamas on with ease. No, they make things difficult by kicking and crying. I completely understand. Do adults have pants with 18-20 snaps on them? No they don't. Half the time when I put their pajamas on, all the snaps don't get snapped, and the bottom of the pajamas is showing a lot of diaper. What if your prom date had 18 to 20 snaps? A teenage boy would go insane.

The next one might get me into trouble, but here it goes. Baby Videos. I happen to think that baby videos are bunk. The boys have several baby videos, and the cinematography on the things is laughable. We have one that looks like a dude with a hand held Sony Video Camera filmed some toys and overdubbed some music. Most of these things just go for big colorful objects. I admit, our boys seem to like them. This is a good way to occupy them for a bit. They stare at the big objects and listen to the music. My theory was that ANY video would work. So, on Saturday, which was my day to be Mr. Mom, I tried a Jeff Beck DVD. For those of you who don't know, Jeff is probably the greatest living guitar player on earth. Anyhow, the boys LOVED the show. Cash was dancing, Cade was smiling, and Zane threw his arms around to keep time with the music. I like the Baby Beethoven DVD. Why? Classical music is awesome and I want our boys to be exposed to it. Some of those other videos are really low rent.

How are the boys? The boys are awesome. We went to the doctor for their four month check-up, and it went very well. The boys all weigh around 14 pounds 10 ounces. They are doing a great job catching up from being born premature. The cool thing is, they are starting to smile and recognize us and each other. Look at this face.

If this is not a reason to get up in the morning, I don't know what is. This is Cash by the way. He is still the biggest weighing in at 14 pounds 13 ounces.

Here we are at the Doctor's Office.



This is Cade and Cash waiting for the Doctor to finish up with Brother Zane.

This is Zane. We found out at the Doctor that Zane may have a hernia that might require surgery. He will see a specialist on November 11th. We are a little worried about him, but if he needs it, this is a minor procedure. However, no one wants their kid to have surgery, but it could be so much worse.


Finally, I have to salute my lovely wife. As I mentioned before, on Saturday I played Mr. Mom. Carrie did some things with friends as well as getting all her hair cut off. I really like it by the way. Anyhow, I did everything on Saturday by myself, or most of it anyway, and it's a job. The boys and I did well on our own, but Carrie does this by herself everyday. I'm lucky to have such a beautiful wife who is a great Mom. Taking care of three babies is extremely difficult. It requires extreme patience and understanding with yourself, your spouse, and the babies. I'm very lucky to have a great person to go through this adventure with.

Extreme Parenting

It's true. There have been no recent blog posts here at Rolling For Trips. I admit that I have been really slacking in the writing department. Why you ask? Well, my dance card has been quite full lately. If you think my schedule has been a little hectic, then we can take a look at Carrie's schedule. We can sum that thing up in one word:

Babies.

End of Story.

If you are friends of ours, you haven't heard from us. If you are members of our family, you haven't heard from us.

If we had an old fashioned answering machine, the outgoing message would say:

"Hello. You have reached The Krug House. We are not available and we won't be for several years. You can leave a message just to humor yourself, but we won't listen to it, and if you think we are going to call you back, you have a better chance of being served an ice cold beer in hell."

This is extreme parenting. You gotta want it.

Two weeks ago, we used to brag to people how the boys slept pretty much all night.

This has changed. Take this morning for instance. We fed the boys and they went to sleep at around 10:30 P.M. We went to sleep ourselves until Cash decided that he was ready to kick start the party at 3:48 A.M. Before, the boys pretty much ignored each other. Now, they wake each other up with their howling. I imagine it goes like this.

Cash: Hey guys. I am a little bored over here and I peed my pants. So, I'm going to start yelling.

Cash proceeds to yell.

Cade: (waking up) Hey! Why are we yelling? Fine. I'm going to yell too.

Cade starts yelling.

Zane: You guys aren't to leave me out.

Zane yells.

All three babies are yelling at the top of their lungs. The baby monitor vibrates across the nightstand as Mom and Dad curse under their breath. The dog buries her head under the covers and wonders why the babies are allowed in the house.

Mom stumbles out of bed and picks up the loudest baby.

Dad puts up his best fight and lays in bed trying to ignore the chorus of baby howls coming from the nursery.

Mom brings a baby to Dad.

Mom: Hold Zane for a minute. I'm going to change Cash.

Zane is handed to Dad so that he can scream directly into Dad's ear.

Dad gives up and gets up with whomever he was handed and heads out.

This is when they get you. You may be tired. You may be annoyed. However, when that little boy looks up at you in his little pajamas and opens up his eyes as if to say:

"Hi Dad. I just wanted to hang out with you."

You can't be mad.

Sleep seems unimportant. The boys are all up. Mom is up. The dog is up. Why not have some family time? Usually we go sit on the couch and start the 6:00 A.M. feeding a bit early. Today it started at 5:30 A.M. which isn't too bad.

After they get fed and changed, they go right back to sleep. Mom goes back to bed. The dog goes back to bed, and Dad throws in the towel and makes coffee.

This triplet thing is not easy. I'm not going to lie to you. I have a very hard time with two things.

Balance and Patience.

Balance. Time management becomes very important. First of all, you have your triplets to take care of. Then you have your work to do. Gotta earn a living. Oh, and by the way you are still married. That's right. Your wife is still that hot girl you met that one night not so long ago. Making time for your marriage is difficult. Finally, if you can work it in, you need time for yourself.

That's why there hasn't been much blogging going on.

Patience. This was not a virtue that I was given. With triplets, patience is essential. Perhaps the most important thing. First of all, it starts with being patient with the babies. They don't understand that when they scream it's like finger nails on a chalkboard while listening to Coldplay, Fleetwood Mac, and The Eagles at the same time on three very loud stereos. You have to be patient with your spouse. Hey, this is all new to them too. Things are going to get done at a different pace. I'm not good at this. I want things done now. I want broken things fixed immediately. I want babies to stop crying as soon as they start.

Not going to happen.

So, we are learning. "We" are learning that you shouldn't be outside beating on metal with a hammer while playing Black Label Society at full volume while someone is inside trying to put the boys down for a nap. "We" are also learning that you can't drink five beers and be effective at the 10:00 P.M. feeding.

Balance and Patience.

We will get there. Everything will fall into place. It has already started happening. I look back on the four and a half months since the boys were born, and things have settled into what they are. I'm sure it will continue to be a battle, but it is a battle that we are committed to win.

So, I leave you with Baby Elvis. The boys are dressing up as Elvis for Halloween. All three of them.

Why?

Cause it's Elvis.

That's why.

Four Months Old

Yesterday on October 2nd, the boys turned four months old. They celebrated this milestone by screaming at the top of their lungs pretty much all day long. In fact, this is how they celebrated October 1st and September 30th. In the past two weeks the boys have taken up yelling as their new hobby. This makes for quite a bit of excitement around the house. The dog tries to stick her head between the couch cushions. The cats take refuge in whatever room happens to be baby free. The other day, I came home to a chorus of screams. I walked into the house and Carrie appeared to be shell shocked. She had the look of a person who had been under interrogation for the past eight to twelve hours. I knew that I needed to pitch in and help out. We tried the swings. The swings work sometimes and usually for very short intervals. Sometimes you have to go with the swing/pacifier combo to get them to be quiet. Holding the baby will generally put them in a tranquil mood. However, it is very difficult to hold three babies at once. In response, I have developed a technique.

They usually like this. It allows them to look around and check out their surroundings which they are really starting to do. This picture was taken last night right after the 7:00 P.M. feeding. I can't hold them like this forever. Despite how easy it may look, this technique is both physically and mentally demanding.

Back to the subject. There are other ways in which to make the boys happy and not scream until they turn purple. One place is in the car. If you are driving in the car and hitting plenty of bumps, this will calm the boys. They love bumps. The rougher the road the better. Stopping is the worst thing ever. Stop signs and stop lights are met with a chorus of discontent from the backseat. Keep it moving. The fact that they like rough roads has led me to believe that we should travel everywhere cross country. Taking a ditch and bouncing the vehicle along the side of the road would no doubt make them extremely happy.

Another place they are happy is in their stroller. Hold on. There is a catch. The stroller has to be in constant motion. Stop the stroller for an instant, and you will hear exactly how they feel about it. If we have to stop, you must shake the stroller or shake an individual seat. I am amazed at how violent they seem to like their method of travel. Most people like smooth sailing. Not our boys. Bumps in the road are welcome.



There is also a sure fire way to get them to be quiet. It is no secret that my favorite band is Guns 'n' Roses. My favorite song is Paradise City. This is also the favorite song of our boys. Play this song, and they instantly become calm and happy. Why? Well, without Guns 'n' Roses, I wouldn't have started playing guitar. If that would have never happened, I would not have been in Central Illinois playing a show. If it weren't for that show, Carrie's friends would not have been able to force her to go to this show where she met me. I believe the boys know on same basic level that without Guns, they would never have been born.

This brings us to one simple fact and I doubt the guys in the band thought of this when they formed, but Guns 'n' Roses equals Triplets.



Carrie has this song on her IPOD and uses it whenever a car ride gets too dull for the boys. It almost brings tears to my eyes to think about my boys loving Rock 'n' Roll. They love to watch this video. In fact, they love to watch music videos. The fact of the matter is, much to the chagrin of their mother, these boys are metal heads. They love it loud and hard. They like their travel rough and their music rougher.

That and each one of them can scream like a banshee. This is important to a metal musician. I have studied the scream and it starts with the face getting twisted up. The eyes closed. The bottom lip starts to quiver. You have about two seconds before total meltdown. Then the scream starts and gets louder. They almost forget to breath as their faces turn purple and they howl with a volume that is so intense, I am amazed that it comes out of such a little body.

Here is a picture of the boys on the couch on their four month birthday.


We are very thankful for the schedule the boys are on. They are sleeping pretty much all night, and they all wake up pretty much every morning around 6:45. I imagine they are around the 14 pound mark. They are awesome, and Carrie and I can't imagine life without them. I don't even know what it is I used to do. It doesn't matter. This is what we do now.

In other news, we had a couple come over to the house that are expecting triplets of their own. They were very nice people who looked like they were scared out of their minds. The Dad looked like a deer who was about to be run over by three cement trucks. I hope we made them feel better. It reminded me of when we went to meet the Britton Family here in Austin while Carrie was pregnant. After we left, I almost threw up. Anyhow, Carrie and I have decided to write a blog specifically about having triplets and what worked for us up to this point. We have been getting e-mails from people expecting triplets from all over and it's pretty cool that we can help people out in some small way.

Anyway, I leave you with another photo from yesterday. This is the surprised look that they usually have while they are trying to figure out the world. I hate to tell them that the world will continue to shock and surprise them long after they are babies.

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.

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