Friday, February 27, 2009

Enough Already...

Okay, so when does this winter stuff end? How many times can you push your dolly around in a circle in your living room before you go CRAZY?


When sitting in a box is your idea of fun, you know it's gotten bad!

At least mom lets us out of our playroom during the day now so that we can play in the kitchen and in our bedrooms...but still, kitchen utensils are not super exciting.
Tonight, we were ALL going crazy (mom and dad included) so they took us to our church so that we could run around. We ran and we ran...up the stairs, down the stairs, we watched the janitors dust, a nice lady gave us a treat, and then we ran some more. By the end, we were pooped, but it was a hoot! Maybe we can go to church again tomorrow?
Good night! (oh, and pray for spring!)
MBL

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Tiny Dancer-Leah Marie





Hi, it's me...Leah Marie! And if you guessed me in our last trivia question, you were right! I am the youngest, but only by 3 minutes, so I don't really think that counts. Dad calls me a peanut, cause I am small. I was only 2 lbs 14 oz when I was born. Now, I am about 23 pounds though-big girl, huh? My very favorite thing to do in the whole wide world is dance. When I hear music (Raffi, Praise Baby, Britney Spears...whatever) I can't help but groove. Mom took some video of me so that you can watch me cut up the rug. (Don't worry, I'm not really cutting anything. Mom won't give me scissors. That just means to dance.) Feel free to dance along if you like Raffi.


I think I'll be a ballerina when I grow up. What do you think?

Love,

Leah

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Our Daddy, Our Hero

Even before we were born, you loved us.

We loved you too, daddy!
We love our breakfast time together, we love sitting in your lap to watch movies and read books, we love cuddling with you at night time when we are supposed to be sleeping. We love playing games with you and feeling your arms around us when you hug us goodnight.
You are our hero, daddy. The best daddy we could have asked for. We are so thankful God chose us to be your daughters.
Happy Birthday, daddy!
Love,
Maryn, Brynn and Leah

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Paint Your Plate and Other Stuff...

Boy, oh boy, has it been a busy week!
Tuesday we went with our friend Bei and Peggy and Mimi to a place called 'Paint Your Plate'.
It's a place where you can go and paint stuff for your mom.
Have you ever read the book about the boy and his "terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day?" That's kinda like our painting day. Brynn threw up in the car on the way over to St.Paul. ALL OVER the car. The only extra clothes mom had in the car was a pair of PJ's...so Brynnie looked a little bit like a homeless baby, but at least she didn't smell like puke. Leah got caught playing in the toilet across the hall from our painting room, and me...I think that paint stuff is DISGUSTING! They kept trying to put it on my foot for a footprint and I SCREAMED as loud as I could. Mom said I would be sad one day when I get older if my foot wasn't on the bowl. I doubt it.
Our week got better after that though. We got new windows in our nursery, so we got to spend Thursday and Friday doing fun stuff since we had to be out of the house. Thursday we went to the zoo with some of our other triplet friends. Lots of people asked us if we were a daycare. Nope, just big families with lots of cool kids and big, big strollers! And we spent lots of time at Grammy and Poppas and hung out with our baby cousin Abby.

This morning we went to the mall and mom and dad let us run around. We were FREE! We love the mall! (We even got to have a bite of mom's Cinnabon for breakfast! We had no idea what we were missing out on. I just don't think bananas and Cheerios will cut it anymore. YUM!)
Hope you have a great week!
Love,
Maryn

Me cooking dinner for mom at Grammy and Poppas:


Grammie and Poppas slide.It is so fun to go down. Mom says we're not supposed to go UP the slide, but we try anyway.


At the zoo, checking out the pink birds:


Monkeys!!!


Us with our friends:


Playing with Grammie: