Our life with triplet daughters from hospital bed rest, to NICU, to CPR scare, to . . . well, enjoy over five years of weekly blogs!
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| Cardinals eating wings. |
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| Sleeping Beauty. |
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| Roll the pumpkin. |
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| You wouldn't think it's that complicated. |
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| This is dumb, let's play ashes. |
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| . . . fall down! |
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| I'm busted. . . |
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| Disodium Isoniate, Disodium Guanylate . . . |
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| Can't catch me . . . |
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| I could watch this all day . . . |
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| Can't catch me . . . |
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| Ready . . . Set . . . |
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| Let's draw a rainbow . . . |
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| Seeya next week. |
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| So this is supposed to be artwork. To them it's just another playground. |
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| Skip. Skip. |
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| Oh, look, the Water Mountain stopped. |
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| And started again. |
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| Hurry up, it's my turn to go again! |
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| Brielle could do this all day. Hey, where's Teagan? |
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| Teagy, it's not a pool! |
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| Dad, can I lick the ice cream cone? |
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| It does look delicious. Creepy delicious. |
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| Girls kind of hogging the train set. . . |
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| Dad look what I did! |
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| The challenge is set, the gauntlet has been thrown down. |
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| And done. |
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| Brielle, middle C is right here. I'm not trying to play a middle C, I'm trying to play a D. |
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| Let it go starts with an A, then a B flat. |
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| Okay, we'll just each take an octave higher or lower. |
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| We're going to be on America's Got Talent! |
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| Let it go, let it go . . . |
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| You don't frighten me Mr. Bear. |
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| C'mon girls, there's nothing to be scared of. |
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| . . . and then there were two. |
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| Then three . . . |
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| . . . then Run! |
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| Ahhh . . . the bear's gonna get us! |
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| Oooh, look at the water mountain (not a mistake). To be continued . . . |
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| Dad, I think I got it! |
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| Just a little to the left . . . |
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| Now a little to the right . . . |
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| Now right . . . |
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| Stay. |
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| Now left. |
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| Rianne: Teagan, lift can't overcome the drag it's going to . . . |
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| Crash on the bag toss. |
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| Teagan: Not if I run and introduce more acceleration! |
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| Shucks, too slow. |
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| Ahh, I'm tangled! |
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| Rianne, stop trying to ride the kite. |
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| We were talking about it, and if Teagan could run a little faster, we think we could get the kite to carry Rianne. It worked for Orville and Wilbur. |
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| Look, Teagan, I know we can get that thing flying . . . let's ask our teacher. |
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| Brielle: I was doing some quick calculations on my iPad this morning, and I think if we can get Teagan up to 26.8224 meters per second . . . Rianne: That's 60 miles an hour, she'd have to drive a car. |
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| Teagan: You guys are just trying to get me in trouble, I can put the key in the ignition, but I can't drive it! Brielle: Well, I think I know someone that can help us out. I'll ask Dad to take me to see him. |
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| Brielle attends her first physics lecture. |
