Okay. I know it has been two months. I think I was subconsciously resting in anticipation of the coming autumn season. I probably thought it would be good to lay low in the heat of the summer, you know, stay cool. Well, the summer weather couldn’t have been nicer. If it got above ninety we complained. The kids did not stay dormant during this nice summer. They got out to meet friends. They went out to dinner. They learned to crawl. They learned to get into things. They learned to climb over and on each other. They went on their first “long” road trip. They grew up a lot.
July saw Abby, Max and Daniel going to the baptism of cousin Audrey. They showed off for everyone. They melted down early in the afternoon. They went home and went to bed.
Max and Daniel suffered their first colds (along with Dad) early in late July/early August. It lasted a few weeks for all of us. Max sounded like a lawn mower. Daniel’s nose ran like a river. We all recovered. Summer colds are no fun.
Our old friend and neighbor Neil and his eleven month old son, Landon, came to play on one of my days off. At that time Daniel and Max were just practicing their crawling. They were in the rocking phase of the crawling. When Landon came over he must have inspired them. He was lightning fast. I think our guys were in awe. They had some lunch. They played together as much as a bunch of eight and ten (at the time) months old kids could. Then it was time for Landon to go home and take a nap. We hope to see Landon—and Neil—again soon.
Grandma and Grandpa Whitaker came to stay with us one weekend. Everybody had fun. Grandma and Grandpa were going to stay with Uncle Justin and Aunt Rachel, but Uncle Justin turned out to have a wicked throat infection that put him out of commission for a few days.
The next weekend Grandma and Grandpa Poorman came to visit. We were playing in the yard when they arrived and I think it kind of freaked Abby out. I think between the last time they stayed with us seven weeks earlier and the middle of August the triplets were developing longer memories. They might not have had an immediate memory of them. That soon changed. After a few minutes everybody was smiling again. It was a fantastic weekend. The kids played. The grandparents played. Everybody went to eat at O’Dowd’s Little Dublin. We ate at the street side tables. The kids behaved marvelously and just watched the people and cars go by in the beautiful weather. I think Max was flirting with the ladies at the next table. He tried to grab a Guinness off the table. They slept hard that night.
Labor Day weekend was something new for them. And it was not the same old road trip to Davenport for us either. The weekend started Thursday night when I picked up our mini van rental from the airport. We left at about 8 am Friday morning. We arrived just in time for a nap Friday afternoon. Their nap, not ours. Then came the first wave of friends and family to meet the triplets. They did so well. They smiled and played and then went to sleep like good babies.
The next day they went for a walk in the nearby park. They met an old teacher of mine and her son with whom I attended grade school and high school. I better get my grammar correct because she taught English and literature in junior high. The rest of the day was spent napping and playing while Julie and I got ready for my high school reunion that night.
I will now devote a paragraph to something other than the triplets. My old high school buddy, Ryan, Julie and I went to Kelly’s Irish Pub. Anybody who knows the history of public watering holes in the Quad Cities knows that the name Kelly holds a certain cache. It was a wonderful night on the patio. It was really good to see friends that I had not seen since the first reunion ten years ago. People asked about the triplets and we were obliged to tell them everything about life with triplets. It was a good thing we brought some pictures.
Sunday was wave two of family and friends. Mostly family this time. Again, the triplets did not have any trouble making friends. My Aunt Rita did a wonderful job of giving Abby her bottle before it was time for her nap. That night we went to our friends’, Russ and Cathy’s, house. They have four year old twin daughters. They gave us some good advice in the beginning before we knew what to expect. They made some more friends and Mom and Dad had some good brats and hot dogs courtesy of Russ and Cathy. The cookie cake was supplied Ryan. The jokes were supplied by Brad. It was a good way to finish up the trip.
We got back Monday afternoon. The last two hours of the car ride were not the best. Max and Daniel did not want to sleep and they let us know that they were tired of being in their car seats. For the last two hours. Non-stop.
Now, we are looking at one weekend leading to the next weekend. We are looking forward to taking the triplets to a KU football game or two. In Kansas City, as it is in a lot of cities around the country at this time, there are fall festivals coming out our ears. If we get to one of them they will have a wonderful time and we will be lucky. Soon it will be time for some birthdays (grandma’s and Julie’s first). Then comes Halloween. If you see three shady characters knocking on your door do not be afraid. Do not make any sudden moves, but do not be afraid.
After some birthdays, football games, Halloween, and visits from grandparents, it is time for a visit from Uncle Steve, Aunt Jen, cousins Meghan and Nicholas. Next comes their first Thanksgiving. And it culminates with their one first birthday! You can see what I mean when one thing leads into the next thing, and the next thing, etc. After that, the holiday season will be upon us. We kind of skipped Christmas last year. We were a little busy. I think we can consider this their first true Christmas.
Hopefully, I can keep up with the blogging.
So long for now from Abby!