Ole!

Aidan, Brady and Gavin LOVE homemade popsicles!!!

Today two of our RHDs held a "fiesta" dinner at their apartment. After we ate our dinner, we took the boys over to hang out. I had promised I would bring them with mustaches (completely non-PC - we were told to bring or wear anything "Mexican", hence the mustaches) :) but I had forgotten to use eyeliner on them. Luckily, they had some water based markers i used to draw on Brady first. He looked HILARIOUS and adorable and as soon as I brought him out of the bathroom, he was a huge hit. :) It of course made him a bit shy for a bit, but eventually he and Aidan and Gavin were pointing at their smudged mustache faces and saying "mustache" very proudly. i'm sure in the US this would be grounds for a call from child services. :) And no, they did NOT come off that night, OR the next day. oops . . .

Brady, not so sure about the mustache, Gavin getting his done . . .

At one point in the evening, Gavin climbed up on a chair vacated by someone that happened to be RIGHT in front of the plate of brownies - RIGHT at EYE LEVEL. His eyes got really big as he then began to reach for the plate. Someone saw him and pointed out that he picked the right chair to sneak into and everyone started laughing because he looked so cute (he did have the more Hitler-esque mustache). He immediately stopped and thought people were laughing AT him and started BAWLING. Poor kid. It was only a few minutes of snuggles in the bedroom to get him to stop crying.

NOW, Gavin is into it . . .

Aidan, loved the sombrero

I met a mother of triplets (2B,1G) in the mall the other day. Hers are 5 months old and she is from New Zealand. It's kinda fun to have some "useful" info, but just in talking with her it amazed me how much I had forgotten that I thought was burned into memory forever (feedings, sleep schedules at that age, etc). the other great thing is we can get rid of some of the bigger items that the boys are outgrowing - high chairs, a walker they now fight over as they climb into it, etc) sweet . . .

We had a consult from our dear friends the Carroll's the other night on how we can stop going right up to the edge when Brady pushes our buttons. We have begun trying some of the suggested options for when he decides he wants to hit, or throw or ram his motorcycle into a piece of furniture, etc. Today was a great one where I gave him the options of driving his motorcycle around the table, or into the TV area and instead of ramming the furniture, he then tried to run over Ariana. Rather than naughty mat or talking to him about why what he did wasn't nice or yelling and losing it, i just quietly picked him up from the motorcycle, put the motorcycle on the table and then ignored him. He stood there stunned for a few minutes and looked a little sad. He then walked over to the furniture he had been ramming, opened the door and asked to play with one of the toys (and said PLEASE!). he got the toy, i wasn't dragged into the downward spiral with him and there was no meltdown. it was CRAZY. and soooo good.

Gavin has been awfully snuggly lately - he wouldn't let go for almost 10 minutes before work in this picture

In other news, it is Ramadan again. Shorter work day, really frigging hot and unfortunately since it is earlier every year, the sun doesn't set until nearly the boys' bedtime. which means restaurants don't begin serving until the sun sets. which means until Ramadan is over, no going out to eat as a family. You have NO IDEA how annoying this is when we eat out once a week just to have something to DO in this nasty weather (we go and play on the indoor playgrounds before dinner at the different restaurants and can still get home in time for bed).

Moving Day - our three little convicts begging to get out of the backyard (A, B, G)

After moving out of our apartment the other day we had to go back over and make sure we had looked under all the furniture, taken off the furniture corner pads, etc. Curt realized that Gavin had put ALL of the animal magnets from the "fridge farm" under the old fridge, so we dug all of them out and brought them to the new place. The next night during bath time, Curt says "Guess who put half the animals under the fridge again?" of course, I said "Gavin, urrgh." Curt goes, "I guess he wants them to be free-range." I nearly died laughing.