Lukas has discovered that screaming gets him attention. Not squealing or crying, but the most high pitched awful noise you have ever heard in your life. After about five minutes you want to kill yourself, and that is not a figure of speech. If our military were using this sound at Guantanamo, we would no doubt be guilty of torture. It's the kind of noise that causes distortion in your eardrums because they are not capable of hearing such a bloody terrible sound. It's the kind of noise that instantly gives you a pounding, piercing headache. I can see it now, someday telling Lukas "Mommy and Daddy got divorced, and it IS ALL your fault son". I need to get this on tape, but it's not the type of thing that makes you say "Hey, honey, grab the video camera, this is really freakin' cute!". The bad news is that you HAVE to give him attention when he does this. You're willing to sell your soul to get him to stop. Every once and a while I will see an article in the paper about evil monkeys wreaking havoc and taking over parliament in India. They destroy important documents and ruin office equipment. Sometimes I think the triplets might be reading the paper.
Okay, now for some fun stuff. This past week, all 3 have learned the concept of chasing and being chased. If I quickly crawl away from them into another room, they all come after me laughing. They then proceed to crawl all over me trying to claw my face, poke my eyes out and bite me. Greta actually got bitten by Gabbie today and it left a pretty good mark on her leg. The triplets also understand when I am playing "monster". When they see me on all fours growling they squeal and quickly crawl away. Gabbie goes as fast as she can, crawls up on Greta and buries her face in her lap (I need to get this on video, too). She thinks that if she can't see me that she is invisible. That is how I spent my weekend. Playing monster. Good times indeed. I actually don't think there has ever been any better stress relief in my life than playing with my kids. The more they play back, the more fun it gets.
The video is from today and today only. The babies napping schedule was completely screwed up and they were totally angry. By the way, the cord they are playing with is the video camera cord. Just to let you know that we don't normally allow the kids to play with these things, but we couldn't keep them away. So please, don't send social services our way.....yet. My favorite part is is about 18 seconds in. Gabbie rips her binky (cigarette) out of her mouth and chucks it, slams her bottle of apple juice (whiskey) and smashes it on the floor in a drunken stupor. Angry triplets aren't much fun, but they are hilarious.