They was a Splishin’ and a Splashin’

Cooper, Hudson and Nathan love Splishin’ and a Splashin’ but most of the time I feel like I’m reelin’ with the feelin’.   So we went for it and threw them a swimming party. The day was like a lot of other days this summer except with better food and more friends and family to enjoy it with.  Our weather was iffy, so we started inside, swam outside, gobbled cake inside, and then had a monster squirt gun fight outside.  The boys got cars to ride and cars to drive, binoculars to see and backpacks to go but most of all they loved being surrounded by people adore them.  Thanks to all the friends and family who helped us get our three little men to three years old!  It was a glorious way to celebrate our 3×3.


Because I’m Happy! Birthday

If you’re one of my relatives or the tiny handful of others who check out lottowinners regularly, you may have noticed that I like to post birthday videos of my kids.  These videos are usually photo montages of the previous year.  Well, time is tight these days and so is the memory on our computer.  So what you’re about to see is a bit of a cheat.  I admit this was made just to brighten some cold winter days but I wasn’t able to publish it until now.  Either way, there’s an abundance of cute and it is their birthday so here’s a video:

Please join me in wishing Happy Birthday to the three rings in the Coblentz Circus.


I’m a Pusher

Big news: Fletcher learned to ride his bike yesterday.  Hooray!  So I’m not trying to say we’re on track for the Tour de France or anything but this is an event several years in the making.  Fletcher got his bike for this 4th birthday and its been chained by training wheels ever since.  In Fletcher’s defense, his trainers have been preoccupied with the minor leaguers that arrived the same year (sorry the World Cup and All Star Game in the same week are causing me to mix sports metaphors.) There are lots of things that got in way, and none of them were particularly good.  Whatever it was “learn to ride a bike” has remained on Fletcher’s childhood bucket list.

Until yesterday, when it happened. You want to know why it happened?  “Because I’m a pusher, I push people.”  No, not like a drug pusher, an actual pusher.  (Right now, you’re picturing poor Fletcher on his bike shaking and shrieking and me strong-arming him down the driveway mumbling things about being a man. That’s not how it went down.)  Indeed, Fletcher was refusing to lose the training wheels once again, he even went so far as to offer to take a nap as an alternative.  I almost went for it, after all who turns down a nap?  But then he said “I just don’t want to, it’s out of my comfort zone and I can’t do it.” Internally, I said “oh hell to the no” and externally I said “life is everything outside of your comfort zone.”

Marking his disinterest in the bike as a “fear” made it a must-do in my book.  Prior to that one comment, I was content to let him conquer two wheels on his own time.  But he struck a nerve.  In fact, he managed to discover one of my deepest fears as a parent.  No, not that my kids won’t be kick ass bike riders, that they will be afraid.  That they will let fear get in their way.  That fear of being different will keep them from doing what they love.  That a fear of getting hurt will keep them from doing all their bodies are capable of.  That a fear of failure will keep them from trying something new.  Or that a fear of loss will keep them from loving deeply.

I want my kids to know that absolutely everything good in my life has started with a tiny knot in my stomach and a mental “you can do this.”  And I want them to know that they can do it too and that fear isn’t a bad thing as long as it doesn’t keep them from leaving their comfort zone.

So, yes, I made him get on that bike and no, he wasn’t very happy about it.  You should have seen the look on his face when he managed to take off on his own.  We left our two fears and the two training wheels in garage.  I hope we don’t see them again for a while.

“What if I fall? Oh, but my darling,what if you fly?”


Dia de los Fletcher

As we round the corner into July again, I’ve already been mentally planning birthday parties for several weeks (okay months on pinterest).  As I was pinning, I remembered I never shared with you our “to die for” birthday party for Fletcher last summer.  He requested a Halloween birthday party (my heart almost burst with pride) but all of our Halloween decorations were still in storage.  We (I) didn’t have the heart to do Halloween half way so we settled on Dia de los Muertos.

Fletcher made a new friend at camp just in time to add him to the guest list and we all gathered for some drop dead fun.  Our resident Makeup Artist extraordinaire, got us all looking the part.  We decorated sugar skulls, played Loteria, broke cascarones, and a few less culturally accurate things: like pin the corazon on the skeleton, dead man’s limbo, and skull ballon relays.

I think I’m still dead tired maybe that’s why it took me so long to share this with you.


U Pick I Pick U

I realize that “I don’t know how you do it” is not a question, and when “how do you do it?” is said to a triplet mom it’s generally meant rhetorically.   However, just in case any of you actually want to know how I do it, I thought of one big thing that makes things a little less nuts around here.  Whether it was good decision making or just dumb luck, I picked well and ended up with a partner who is truly a partner.   We don’t do anything perfectly but we do most of it together and with a mind to how we can make it better for each other.  So there you go, if you see triplets in your future “pick the right one to be in the foxhole with.”  Probably good advice even if you don’t plan on triplets, I didn’t.

Also, this was all just a flowery way of telling you that Eddie took me and the boys to a U-pick this weekend and I love him for it.  He even let me get us lost on the way home and look what we discovered.

Good thing we’re not in the market anymore, this would be right up my weird but cool alley.

Finally, here are the cute photos which I know is the only reason most of you read my drivel.  And the U Pick wasn’t just for the country girl in me, the boys loved it.  Fletcher found some award winning strawberries, Nathan found a new hat, Hudson kept us on track with our flag, and Cooper ate his weight in strawberries.


PS If you live in our area these lovely strawberries can be picked at Pleasant Valley Orchard in Shafer for the next two weeks.


A Bug’s Life

Well, I’m no entomologist, but there are a lot of things around here that bug me.  Fortunately, our beautiful summer weather and exploring MN with our boys isn’t one of them.  This week we swarmed the Minnesota Zoo to see their Big Bugs.  They were BIG and super cool.  There were even a few real bugs in case the big ones didn’t give us enough of the heebeegeebees.  Since I’m the Queen Bee, I also choose the Bird Show and got picked to help with the show.  Our little nymphs needed to cool down so we rounded out the day on the splash pad.  It was more of a crash pad for Fletch but it didn’t clip his wings for long.

The boys were still buzzing about bugs the next day so we went for a bug hunt.  I’d like to send out a blanket apology to all the bug families out there.  The boys have yet to fully grasp the idea of letting the bugs bee.


Dare to be Great Situation

As the sole proprietor of this blog I’d like to rectify a long standing oversight.  I was a bit crazed and failed to share with you Fletcher’s latest and greatest adventure.  This fall Fletcher started kindergarten at Yinghua Academy a Chinese Immersion charter school.  It’s a great school and we are excited about the opportunity for Fletch to learn a second language.  That said we were very aware of the added effort required from Fletch to adjust to a new hometown, new school, and not understanding anything that’s being said to him from 9:00 to 3:30.

This was him, last September, venturing down this new road….

Then poof, we blinked and it was his last day.  Aside from the usual bumps and bad days, he sailed through this year and picked up more than a little Chinese on the way.  WARNING THE FOLLOWING IS A MOM BRAG.  In fact, he did so well that last week, he walked up to a parent from his baseball team and asked if they were speaking Chinese.  They were, and he blew her away with his skills.  We couldn’t be prouder of Fletch and cannot wait to see where this “dare to be great situation” takes him.

So here he is in all his field day glory.  And yes, that is a Korean Sheep Head he is wearing.   Field day was Olympic-themed and his teacher was amazing and creative all year long.  His great year was in no small way due to her.