June 24, 2008
The triplets, to varying degrees, have been standing unassisted for quite some time. Yesterday, Gabbie figured out how to stand without using something to pull up, and then started taking steps. She would walk towards us doing, what can only be described as, the Frankenstein walk. She would waddle her way through 5 or 6 steps before falling down giggling. She was extremely proud of herself, as she should be. Of course, the moment we reached for the video camera, the action stopped. Today also yielded many failed attempts at capturing the Gabbie Shuffle. Hopefully, we will have some luck in the next couple of days.
So, the common reaction to the walking phase seems to be "Oh, no! You guys are in trouble now!". We have been hearing this all along, it's up there with "You've got your hands full" and "Wait until they start (insert new stage in development here)". These things don't really bother me, but I guess I just don't get it. Seeing my little daughter, who just 18 months ago was fighting for her life in the hospital, taking her first steps was one of the most rewarding experiences of my life. Seeing these kids go from the incubator to waddling is unexplainable. As for it being harder? No way! Before the babies started navigating the stairs we had to carry them up and down multiple times a day. Now, we simply herd them in the right direction. Having them walk out the car will be an even bigger accomplishment. Plus, they just seem to get more fun each day.
June 15, 2008
If I end up being half the father my dad was to us growing up, I will be happy. The amazing thing about my dad was that never missed an event, no matter how insignificant, for any of his three kids. I never heard "I'm sorry, but I have to work late tonight" or "I wish I could make it but...". My dad always dropped everything and was usually sporting his video camera so he could capture every moment.
As kids, we were lucky enough to be able to spend the entire summer up in Cadillac, Michigan. My mom, brother, sister and I would be up there from the time school was out until it started again in the fall. My Dad would come up for vacations and even switched to a 4 day work week to spend as much time as possible up there. He would head up Thursday night after work, and would commute back to Lansing about 3:00 a.m. Monday morning so he could squeeze every minute out of his weekend. Summers up there were absolutely amazing.
When we got a little bit older, Ben and I started playing baseball up in Cadillac, and every week we would invariably have a game on a night when my dad was not up there. So, he would commute 150 miles from Lansing to Cadillac on a weeknight and pull up to the ball field at just about game time. He would watch every inning of the game, take us out for pizza afterwards and then turn around and commute back home so he could work the next day. If there was a game on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, he would do it for all three. He never missed anything. In essence, my goal with the triplets is to never miss a thing. Being a Dad is the most rewarding job I have ever had and I am glad I was trained by the best.
My second father's day was leaps and bound better than the last. I don't care what anybody has to say about it, kids get easier as they get older. Yes, there are new challenges, but they become more and more self sufficient. This weekend we spent time at the pool, had a neighborhood party and even had time for pictures. Today was my "free" day. I only changed a couple of diapers, didn't have to feed anybody and I was served a delicious pancake breakfast this morning. I got to enjoy all of the benefits without doing any of the work. What a great day, thanks Greta!
June 12, 2008
I haven't put together a video in a while, probably because life seems like it's busier than usual. The kids are in a completely different phase, which makes some things easier and some things harder. They still aren't walking yet but, as you will see in parts of the video, they are really close. Earlier this week we took the triplets to their one year "evaluation" at the St. Joseph Mercy Developmental Clinic. The run them through a battery of activities to test their fine motor, gross motor and problem solving skills. At the end of all of this evaluation I heard the most wonderful words ever...."All of your kids are about average in every area". In addition, our speech therapist came to the house a couple of days later to evaluate their speaking. Again, all of them scored average. After all the triplets have been through, after all of the brain surgeries that Niklas has endured, my kids are average. God indeed works miracles, and the fact that my kids are "average" proves it! Greta and I can too easily remember those long days in the NICU wondering if our life could ever possibly be normal. We are very, very blessed and fortunate and I try to thank God every day for all of it.
June 4, 2008
We made a full day out of a trip to the Detroit Zoo today leaving the house before 10:00 a.m. returning after 4:00. As a result, I am way too tired to write anything interesting, so I am posting a bunch of pictures instead. All in all we had a great time, and even met up with the Berumen boys.