Hawaiian Triplets and Dam to Dam Half-Marathon

When there's just two of them . . .

They can be pretty . . .

. . . cute.

What am I? Chopped liver in a hula skirt?

It's the last Dora Snack . . .

This is a time of mourning.

 

I bet I can find one under the couch, gross!

Daddy and Teagan ready to run Dam to Dam . . .

They don't allow strollers!

It's okay, I got this cool sticker!

 

And my Daddy promised . . .

We would all get medals.

The girls making a "Run Daddy Run" sign.

Any sign is not complete without Dora stickers . . .

Teagan, you're not supposed to run with the . . .

Rianne, you're not supposed to run with the . . .

. . . medals. Winners' circle! Seeya next week. 

A New Deck, the Girls get Trikes and some other stuffA

Apparently, this is called a Pergola, not the thing on top of the deck that makes it shady.

The stairs have two rails making it much safer for the girls. Dave Leever of Leever Homes coordinated this deck effort, he was the mastermind behind the little handrail that goes to our basement. He does great work.

I'm thinking grape vines should be draped over this deck, but we'll just stick to doing the wine thing. Thanks grandmom and grandad!

Move, please.

Cool, little dangly things.

I am smiling.

Daddy, look. Just 15 minutes and you could save 15% or more on your car insurance. . .

And I bought a car online!

Let it go, let it go . . . Daddy let the keyboard go because it's ours now and really there's nothing in this house that's yours anymore, anymore . . . let it go, let it go . . . I don't care . . . what my daddy says . . . here I stand, and here I'll stay, you'll never see your keyboard again anyway . . .

 

Girls. Can you play something more uplifting? Sure dad. Do you want to build a snowman? . . . or ride our trikes around the house? . . . Sigh, seeya next week.

Naughty Bottle and a Tough Week

The "Naughty bottle" that sent Brielle to the emergency room.

Some sunscreen ricocheted off of Rianne into Brielle's eyes causing her to have trouble seeing. She went to the emergency room then was followed up by having to have Fluorescein drops put into her eye and we had a little black-light party. Her eyes looked fine.

And they know what an ice cream truck sounds like now.

Got a new shipment of diapers in, which for us is an hour of getting to watch them build a pile to jump into.

Then they like putting them away.

I don't like putting them away.

So it's been a tough week, not much of a blog, but I will leave you with the girls singing their favorite song on this YouTube video. 

Link to YouTube Video

Just a few snapshots . . .

I'm all dressed up for Gracie's big debut!

Just a little run in the stocking.

  

I can't see anything with daddy's big head in the way . . .

 

That's better!

Go Gracie!!!

I wonder what this tastes like . . .

Yup. It's gross. . .

Um. Okay.

What do you think of my shoes?

Yeah, I thought so too. Maybe a brown instead.

Well, well, what do we have here?

I like them . . .

 

Brielle, smile. I am smiling.

I'm helping dad organize his online Quality Matters class . . .

Let it go, let it go, . . .

Wow, what's that?

History channel. Boring.

The home gym is a little crowded this afternoon . . .

Party on the jumpy box . . .

I call this "Innocent and Pensive"