Parenting, best friends or worst enemies?

I have discovered first-hand over the last five years what is involved in parenting. From problem solving, nurturing, to discipline and encouragement. The job is huge and ever evolving (the Frankie we have now is not the same daughter we had a couple of years ago) . It is a role that needs a special approach, such as my willingness to grow with my children’s changes, and my full attention as a father.

There were times in the past I felt my own emotional pulls from Frankie’s attachment and talk of her ‘real Dad’. As understandable as it is for her to have that attachment, my pride took little hits occasionally as a step parent providing for her and stepping up to the role of Dad. That pride was just a fear of losing her approval down the road, a self-centred fear.

I was aware of how creeping doubts can create divisions in any relationship. So I needed to be aware of that fear in myself and not give it any attention. The last thing a child needs is a parent putting the untold weight of their need for emotional approval on them. It’s a suffocating burden of a void that a child can never fulfil. It’s why many children grow to resent the people who they are not supposed to feel that way towards. It creates deep conflicts.

I have always encouraged Frankie to talk to me about her Dad, I don’t want her to suppress anything that emotional, through fear of upsetting me, and Frankie carries that type of consciousness with her. She hates to see people upset, especially if she’s involved at all. We have a good relationship, one of respect, love and trust.

My relationship with my children requires it to be unlike any other relationship I will have. Especially as they grow and develop in their formative years.

My Dad sat me down on more than one occasion and explained that I could either be his best friend, or worst enemy. Those talks have stuck in my memory because I wanted neither of those choices as a child. I wanted someone in my life to guide and encourage me safely into the big wide world. Someone who believed in me.

I am not a Father to be a best friend, I don’t need my children’s approval. Love will be a natural side effect of my consistency and outgoing love, rather than any need my ego may want.

As a Father I also don’t have the right to force any prideful will into my children. I have been entrusted with them. They are not me and their paths will be different ones, as their own personalities begin to develop. I can only guide them and show them a path of love and courage in their early years while under my care. Nor am I here to assert control through self will. But teach right from wrong with loving discipline. There’s a big difference.

I am here as their Father, to be just that. An example of loving, caring authority in their lives. To practice patience, kindness and virtue. Not to take anything from them emotionally but only provide, so they may discover themselves with a confidence.

A parent is a role like no other. And I must treat it as such.

Don’t walk away, no matter what

The rate of separation and divorce caused by the stress of multiple pregnancies and births, especially in the first year are truly sad. It’s vital that if a family is to survive, Men more than ever, need to discover a way to endure, and subsequently step up to the toughest situation they will most likely ever encounter.

The strain of the arrival of one child can be enough to break a relationship In the early days. Marriages and partnerships fall prey to overwhelming resentment and fear. Sleep deprivation only fuels the flames of a stressful situation, as does rising pride and intolerance. And when a couple are struggling to cope, and anger and fear take hold at the centre of a relationship , It becomes an almost impossible situation.

Unless one, or both parents are able to pull back and open a line of communication, the wall is already in place, and can be incredibly hard to dismantle. The babies pick up on the nervous energy, become unsettled, and also suffer from the effects of an emotional instability under their roof. Everyone suffers.

As a member of a couple of multiple Dad sites. I can share with you one of the main pieces of advice given to expectant fathers, from men who have walked, and are walking this path,

‘Don’t get divorced in the first year, no matter what. Ride it out and see where you are when you make it to that point’

Gives you an idea of the seriousness of the event, and the emotional weight involved. It’s kind of scary to even comprehend what’s involved with multiples. To be in the middle of it is a whole different level of existence. And we are lucky to have three healthy girls. Our experience has gone as smoothly in that sense as it could go. Other parents have had a lot more to deal with than us.

When I began writing this blog it was simply to document my experience. Along the way my eyes have been opened to a sad reality. As difficult as it is for the parents, it is the children who will suffer the greatest from the breakdown.

It’s a common misunderstanding to point to an external situation as the cause of symptoms such as anxiety and depression. Even the children themselves are seen as the cause of a family failing. Sure, a traumatic experience can begin a cycle of internal conflicts and obsessive, destructive behaviours. But as big as some of those events seem,

Maybe it’s not so much the event, but the inability to meet it without becoming overwhelmed that causes the real damage and conflicts. How we meet these pressures in life determine which way they will tip us.

What a woman goes through to bring a child into the world is a huge mental and physical strain, men do not suffer the same which is why it’s our job to bring stability under our roofs, no matter what is thrown at us. Nothing is personal even when it seems that way, and it is going to get tough. So we need to be prepared.

We have to be conscious of of our situation. To be present and awake to what is happening and useful, rather than being constantly drawn into the negativity of it all, day in, day out.

There is always a underlying pull to retaliate with a loved one who is only struggling themselves. It’s when we are overwhelmed that we do and say things we don’t really mean, it’s usually from a place of fear.

So if a Man is able to step back when tempted to bite and react, if in those heated moments he can observe his own anger rising and not become affected by it. Then in that moment he can surely bring clarity and patience to any given situation during the day. No matter how big or irrelevant that moment may seem or how much other’s may be reacting.

Mum needs to know Dad can handle the situation, the family is counting on it.

I am in no way a man who doesn’t still get pulled into stress from time to time, But I have found a way to improve my home life through meditation. I don’t know a new multiple Parent who has time for therapy to talk about their problems at home. Medications as a way of coping only tend to make matters worse with depression. They just suppress the problems, the agitation continues.

The solution to recovering from depression and meeting daily stresses in the stream of life needs to happen quickly if a family is to thrive. When stress is met with grace, remarkable things happen.

Here’s a link to a 12 minute exercise that allows you to begin sharpening from stress. I hope you find this to be of use, if you can stick with it you won’t regret it, or will your family.

https://schwarzhoffmedia.com/non-contemplative-meditation/

Children’s meditation in schools, more harm than good?

Your child comes home from school one day and tells you that they have started doing a group meditation. You probably answer ‘that’s nice’ and continue with whatever job is at hand. Most likely never giving it another thought.

Mainstream meditation exercises, or visualisation/distraction techniques presented as mindfulness are fast becoming a social trend. Mostly adopted from Eastern practices of mindfulness. We have seized upon these practices without much understanding or regard as to how helpful they actually are to children, or more to the point the serious ongoing problems they can potentially cause an individual already suffering from overthinking and stress.

‘No meditation practice is a toy, all have spiritual consequences’

We seem to live in a growing society of ready acceptance, without ever really questioning what is presented. ‘If someone sais it’s helpful , it must be helpful’. As was pointed out to me once, having an open mind is good. But not to the point my brains start falling out. Questioning things should be encouraged in children, and us adults alike. Not everything is as it looks on the outside.

Many schools are now using guided meditations to supposedly help the children relax and de-stress . And a lot of parents have absolutely no idea of the practice their children are partaking in.

I don’t buy that encouraging children to believe in the idea that fantasising away from reality is in some way a solution to worry. It isn’t. Why is avoidance with more thinking and suppressing negative emotions now seen as such a positive activity. One that our children should be taking part in without question.

When my daughter came home telling us about her meditation a couple of years ago I asked her to explain it. She described closing her eyes and visualising putting all her worry thoughts in a tree where they will be taken away. She also explained that it was a bit silly. Smart cookie.

What she described was a suppression technique. Suppressing negative thought for positive ones. Sounds harmless but the long term effects of suppressing negative emotions creates a boiling pot. Nothing is actually being dealt with, simply pushed aside.

My introduction to meditation was through dialectical behavioural therapy while undertaking treatment for borderline personality disorder. Most mental health treatments and programs also now use mindfulness at the core of their treatments. It was nothing more than a suppressing/distraction technique, just another way to avoid the actual problems I was experiencing. An exercise that brought a false sense of wellness, along with a buzz from the hypnotic effect caused by focusing on breathing and fantasising away from reality, while the underlying stresses continued to tax me physically and mentally.

All the while, something in me became addicted to the idea I could fix all my problems through my thinking. It was like a powerful narcotic.

Many children suffer from a lack of concentration, mostly caused by distraction and overthinking in an ever stimulating world. Any parent with a child suffering from ADHD will be fully aware of this. So to introduce a practice of distraction and more thinking to any child disguised as a helpful tool, is nothing short of backwards. It makes no sense.

‘There are many types of exercises termed meditation’

I’m not here to promote a ‘ mine is better than yours’ deal. That would be ridiculous and serve no purpose.

If you have read any of my other posts referring to stress, you’ll be aware I practice a meditation exercise. It’s the reason why my daughter Doesn’t join in the group exercise at her school. Mixing spiritual practices and principles will have consequences.

I passed it on to her a few years ago at her request. She was going through a stressful time and felt it would benefit her. My wife has also benefit from this practice.

The exercise is one of conscious awareness. It’s not about suppressing thoughts or clearing the mind to feel warm and fuzzy. Far from it. It is a practice of observing thoughts that pass through the mind. Good and bad without struggling with them. It is a way to meet stress without becoming overwhelmed by it. In the present moment. To be aware of negative emotions without becoming affected by them. Not to run from, or bury them.

Here’s the link If you are interested

https://schwarzhoffmedia.com/non-contemplative-meditation/

Meditation is a personal experience, one that should be approached with understanding.

So ask the questions, find out what’s being passed on to your children.with the growing rates of mental health issues in youngsters now, it may just save them a lot of problems in the long run.

An update on the little ladies

Our little chickens have arrived at seven months old. Just over five months adjusted. Much has changed this last month. New faces are being pulled by Ava, Lacey has mastered spitting, dribbling and blowing bubbles while humming to herself, all in the one single performance. Most impressive. And Blakely has figured out she can roll from her back to her belly with some sheer determination. She may be dinky but has a lot of strength, as well as the most warming gummy smile.

The move to their own room has continued to give us back a bite of normality. They remained settled, and are sleeping through without disturbances. 12 hours a night. That structure has given Stacey a chance to set a firm routine with them during the day. They nap in the morning and after lunch without any problems so far. So glad we stuck to the self soothing. It’s definitely payed off.

weaning is also going well. At lunch time they sit for fresh puréed veggies and fruit for dessert. All prepared by Stacey. She and Frankie made up a batch of different meals for them to keep frozen. A months worth at a time. So they are only getting pure ingredients. It can get a little messy but they really enjoy the meals. They are quick to adapt and to learn new skills. This week we have introduced another meal late afternoon, it keeps them content and makes the witching hour less of a witching hour before baths.

They got weighed this week and the health visitor is as pleased as ever with their development.

Ava 14lb 8oz

Lacey 14lb 1oz

Blakely 12lb 6oz

Teething is the only real upset with them at the moment. But doesn’t affect them at night which is a blessing for all of us.

I think it’s safe to say the dust has settled under our roof for the time being. There is a real rhythm to the routine now and the girls are thriving and content. We all know our jobs and the babies well enough to know their needs. We all know how to pacify each one and how to entertain them as they become more alert and awake to their surroundings and sounds.

Stacey has most definitely found her groove as a triplet Mum. Since the beginning of the year she is beaming with a new confidence. As she has said to me, although being a mum prior to the triplets this is a whole different deal. Finding the confidence to take care of them alone during the day is something that can only be gained by experience. I know myself how tough it is. There’s a focus needed and my wife most definitely has it. She is doing a remarkable job of an extraordinary situation. And she’s in her element with all her girls.

We also scrapped the single and twin pram and invested in a quad pram. It means now Stacey can get out the house with them on her own. With the weather improving it’s a nice break to be able to leave the house with them.

This year really feels like the start of a new chapter for us. The beginning of it all in a sense. There’s no longer the fear of how we’ll manage, or the stresses of last year to deal with. The babies are here and we’re getting on with it.

I’m a proud Dad. One of not many who gets to see the loving smiles of three healthy, beautiful bambinos each morning. I count my blessings and give thanks each day for the ever growing spirit of love in my home.

The new world of the multiple parent

I’m sure this is relevant for any new parent in many ways. It just happens I only have experience with three.

One day your bouncing along through life with a rough idea of the future your building with your family. There are the usual strains and stresses of a relationship, of Work life, finances, ever changing family dynamics and perhaps the plan of one more addition to the family, and the pressures that can cause.

I remember well how proud and exited I felt the morning of the positive pregnancy test result. After two years of trying, with the disappointment of the false positives and the added stress of our low chance of falling pregnant. It was perfectly timed. We had the new house with the room for a baby, If it was supposed to be, it was taken into consideration when we looked for our first home.

We spent a whole week in the wonderful mind frame of our new situation. We had a baby growing. Frankie was over the moon. We all were. Everything was set for us, it was a grateful time of relief for Stacey and joy for me. We even had the perfect little room for a nursery.

Then we had a dating scan and our world got turned upside down. Completely. Everything changed in that single moment of discovering three heartbeats.

It was no longer a joyous event, it was a game changer of epic proportions. The risks were all too real, as was the fear and uncertainty my wife was experiencing. Our path shifted completely and the only thing I could do was to trust my intuition. To hold on to my faith and trust what I saw.

I was completely wet behind the ears, had no idea what was involved, or how tough it could get. I just knew it was a miracle that was absolutely supposed to be.

Stacey was aware of my total lack of experience, She knew what was involved with one baby. She was also aware of the past I had and my inability to cope with life in general. Although a lot had changed with me prior to meeting Stacey it didn’t quash the fear she felt around me leaving her on her own. Walking out the door unable to cope. In my heart knew I wouldn’t. And I didn’t.

I’m a member of a couple of multiple Dad sites online. Each time an expectant father of twins or triplets or more introduces themselves with the many questions and concerns I’m reminded of the mammoth task he has coming. And how I felt at that time of overwhelming uncertainty and risks. It really does become a game of relationship survival in many respects. From the pregnancy, to the fortnightly scans, the preparation and the very present fear of failure that all parents experience. Fears that need to be watched.

The only real advice I can give any man facing the journey of multiples, is be prepared for constant change.

Expect to be consumed, because there becomes nothing else in your life that will require such attention. Your wife/partner will go through the emotional and physical wringer. She won’t be herself, maybe for a long time to come. As Dad you are the one to stay emotionally stable, even when it feels your coming apart. The family will need your presence, especially at the times you feel on the outside of it all. When she struggles and feels lost is when she needs you the most. When it feels she’s against you, watch your pride and know it’s nothing personal. Keep the lines of communication open.

And eventually things start to improve, sometimes with many steps backwards, as babies and Mum adjust. One day the sleep gets better and mentally you begin to feel back on track. And although you’ve only began on this journey, you will take a look under your roof and take stock of the situation. And see the results of the effort you put in to keep your family together. You will feel like you have been carried at times, by an unseen force and purpose through the toughest of nights and hardest of days.

And you’ll know in those moments of calm it is all possible. That you have all you need.

The greatest gift I can give my children

Becoming a Parent has been life-changing beyond explanation. New perspectives shine with clarity, and priorities shift to meet a new purpose. There are also concerns for any expecting parents that arise concerning the world they are brought into. It is a mine field of corruption, dishonesty and temptation. It is also one of immense beauty, truth & light.

A path of love, courage, tolerance and virtue is one I hope my girls remain on. It is my role as their father to show them how to stay on that path. I hope from the many mistakes I have made in my life, I have at least something valuable to pass on. As It is those mistakes and failures as a human, once driven by resentment and a selfish spirit, that brought me crashing to a need to become a better man. Failure can become a great teacher in the absence of pride. With rock bottom came my personal opportunity to begin to learn.

It would be easy to make excuses for myself and my failings, rather than be willing to grow from them. Nor would it be much use to beat myself up continually for my mistakes. Resentment is just as bad when turned on oneself, it’s a trap that many never escape from. No one is perfect, but being entrusted as a father to four children and as a husband, there is much more of a need to move towards that ideal.

It’s a given that I will/do get things wrong.

There is much as a parent that I can do to contribute to my children’s foundation, that will be the difference between them struggling through life, and effortlessly evolving with confidence, without being affected by the harsh realities of the world around them.

I work hard to provide for them, to have a roof over our head, clothes to wear, and food on the table are needs my family require that must be provided by me. These are the basics. I want for them to have a good start in life. There are skills and knowledge we will pass on that will help them find their way in the world. There are also other financial commitments I will have to meet further down the road that will help them along.

But there is one thing that I can do that I believe is the greatest gift any Man can give his children. To show them how to forgive. To not resent the darkness in the world, or the mistakes and wrongs of others, or they themselves will make along the way.

I will show them a way to let go of anger. Whether it’s towards another or themselves.

With the ability to let go comes a freedom. Without harbouring anger and it’s debilitating mental and physical symptoms, a human is free to thrive, unaffected by the stresses of the world. I want my children to have this opportunity.

I have a job to one day prepare them for life beyond the comforts of a protective home. I can think of nothing more important to the wellbeing of themselves and their future than the ability to live free from the crippling effects of resentment. Life is stressful, it’s unavoidable.

It is a natural gift I lived without for decades, my inability to meet stress without it overwhelming me became the cause of all my problems. My Father was never shown, or his path would have been different. My path in turn would have been different. I eventually had to forgive him. It wasn’t his fault. People who are overwhelmed with life and the problems they encounter stop being themselves, they do and say things from a place of fear.

My ten year old daughter understands this. She is rarely effected by any negativity that comes her way. Because she knows forgiveness, and can see the truth of others struggles. It’s a powerful discernment and one I will nurture in all of them.

if love is the absence of hate, it’s my responsibility to show them this.

Flying solo, what’s the worst that could happen?

9.00am thoughts –

So far there have only been a handful of times that It’s been just the babies and me. And because of breastfeeding it’s never been more than a couple of hours. There has never been a problem and I enjoy those times. It means that Stacey and Frankie get some girl time away from the house. Every relationship is one that requires tending, so since the triplets arrival it’s nice for them to get a break, and Frankie loves having Mum to herself. So it’s a win-win all round.

Today I have packed Stacey off to a spa for the day. She needs a real break from her routine. This means I will be covering feeds, including the lunchtime high chair messy one, the 4pm which will be breast milk in a bottle as well as the bath bottle bed routine. Unfortunately Frankie is a bit poorly so I will be taking the reigns for the most of today, and Stacey is obviously a little anxious about leaving me for so long with them for the first time. I however am ready for the challenge. I mean how tough can it be? I’ve been up with them since 5am already so they should be nice and tired for the day.

Here’s a few thoughts that documented my day

2.30pm – Sweet Jesus, this is a handful

3.30pm – Well this is getting intense

4pm – where’s the f*#king bonjela gone.

4.20pm – where did I put the f•#king paracetamol

4.30pm- is that all the time is?! Dear God , give me all I need to get through this next hour and a half

5pm thoughts – I’m so glad I meditated this morning

6pm – And exhale

But for the most it ran smoothly, the feeds went well, bath time was hassle free. We had play time and settled moments. The real intensity comes from the mental strain of remaining switched on to an unpredictable, constantly changing situation. Although my work is physical and tiring in that sense, I also have the privilege of a lunch break.

I absolutely understand why some nights I walk in from work and my wife is so exhausted.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m hands on with these babies as much as possible. My life is work and babies, there is no social life. Nor am I the type of husband who thinks my wife has it easy because she’s home all day. I am aware of Men who’s day is done when they walk through the door, I’m personally not that selfish.

It was a lesson and an eye opener, I also get why Stacey has any visitors put to work. I can’t think of anything worse than running around off my feet to a live audience. Frankie was amazing as much as she could be. And a little help doing the little things makes a massive difference.

So respect where it is due. My wife will be going more often, she deserves it. And I’m glad I spent a day in her shoes. I think all Dads need to step up to this one.

There’s always light, struggle is optional

It’s now the sixth night of the triplets sharing their own room. And not to tempt fate but some sort of victory dance/celebration/hardnightonthemoctails is in order. I cannot remember the last time I felt so rested and mentally awake. It would seem moving the little chickens has been a positive move for all. My wife, myself and the triplets have enjoyed unbroken sleep from the night they moved.

We were expecting at the least, a few small protests at the change of environment, but settling into a new room and cots has been a peaceful transition. What a fantastic start to the year.

I was told, prior to their arrival, all we had to do was keep the babies alive in the beginning. And I understand this. But having now experienced the first six months of three Babies, and feeling like I’ve just survived being blasted out of an explosion. I can confirm there’s a little more to it than just keeping the babies alive. Retaining a level of sanity is definitely in the top three.

There must be people who have never experienced any real form of serious mental health conflicts until the arrival of babies. There were times I was sure I was regressing to a familiar dark mental place. I get why the separation rate is so high in the first year with parents of multiples. It’s incredibly sad but not overly surprising. The mental, physical and spiritual stress of the situation is beyond measure. But chance of survival is possible if there is a commitment to a loving spirit in the home. Patience and tolerance is everything, especially from the Man of the house during the pregnancy and first months after arrival. It really is a test of endurance at times. The temptation to become constantly overwhelmed is real. Mum’s and Dad’s have different problems to address, both need to work together.

There were two thoughts that kept me afloat at times , thoughts that were with me from the dating scan,

1. These three babies are a gift

2. I cannot let my family down

So to both reach this milestone relatively unscathed is a true blessing. There is a calming presence around our situation now that I haven’t felt before. Frankie is an amazing help, without which during the afternoon my wife would struggle. She has matured and grown so much herself as a result of the pregnancy and arrival of her sisters. Becoming a triplet parent can become an isolating experience as we have both discovered. Frankie really is a God send.

And the babies are doing fine. New skills are developing rapidly as they evolve in their surroundings. Our influence on them is everything at this stage.

Staying conscious of what is happening around me, and sharpening from stress is the only way I can bring stability to my home and family life. I found a way to practice this through meditation a few years ago.

Stress is a given as we both adjust to the road ahead, as Dad I need to be level headed and present for it all. Il leave the link to the 12 minute meditation here. Its all free, nothing to buy or sign up for. For me it has become the difference between the ability to deal with life rather than become ground down by it. It is the solution that has provided me with the strength to keep moving forward with a real sense of purpose.

Being a parent brings stress, frustration, fear, resentment, intolerance, impatience and the subsequent struggle and consequences those emotional responses bring. This is simply a way to observe the temptation to bite in those moments as they arise during the day , in the present moment, unaffected by them, with a little practice it can be done.

https://schwarzhoffmedia.com/non-contemplative-meditation/

I hope you find this to be a real solution to any problems you may be experiencing. Light is a real guiding force. And this is life changing in every sense.

A room for Three

Since the triplets have been sleeping through more consistently, we have been handed another obstacle. One that is more prevalent since being home after the Christmas holidays. When Stacey and myself try and go to bed at night , 99 percent one of the time, babies wakes up. No matter how stealth or clever we may think we’re being.

We head up the stairs, turn all the lights off, sneak in to our bedroom, careful not to make a sound, no phone lights or anything that may disrupt them. Then I step on the creaking floorboard, and pause in my tracks , heart speeding up, clinging to the thin shred of hope that I haven’t woken a bambino, then………… boom!, to my right in the darkness I hear the sucking of a thumb. So ones awake and a bit peckish, before we know the other two are staring at us with little hope of going back down without a top up.

It doesn’t matter how super cute your babies are or how attached you may be, sooner rather than later they need to move to their own room. That day has arrived for them. And what a great day it has been.

The decision was made and neither of us felt like putting it off any at longer. So i finished decorating at 2am this morning, and today the room was finished. Tonight we get our room back, minus three cribs, a growling dinosaur, a laughing monkey chops and a singing Gremlin.

You have no idea how exited we are to go to bed tonight and not have to worry about waking the triplets.

It’s a huge milestone. One that has been quite emotional to be honest. This room has been put on hold for so long. This house somehow feels more like a home today, with a little more normality. This is an amazing start to the year for us, especially with the Babies being weaned now.

I know parents who struggle to make the transition of moving a baby out of their reach and into their own room. Maybe it’s because we have three little munchkins but my conscious is clear, and hopefully tonight we’ll both sleep like babies.

Buckle up for for another year

Firstly happy new year, I hope you all had an enjoyable time this season. I personally have developed my food baby pregnancy belly again. I’m about three months and need to stop eating.

Although only a couple of weeks since last posting. I’m surprised during this Christmas holiday how much the triplets have developed. Maybe it’s because we’re away with family, just this stepping back a little to let others help out has given me an opportunity to notice more than I usually would.

For one I’ve noticed how big they’ve got. We have three solid little babies on the go. Even Blakely has a noticeable weight to her now. All three have their own little facial expressions which can make it easier to tell who’s who. I’ve only got them muddled up once this holiday. Quite an achievement for me.

This is definitely Lacey

We began weaning them, now 26 weeks, 19 adjusted we felt they were ready to start on wet food for the lunchtime feed. Blakely knew exactly what to do first time round, and other than the protests between the spoon being removed from her mouth and returning she was like a duck to water. Ava and Lacey didn’t take long to get the hang of it either. They’re quick to learn.

Blakely has also discovered how to push herself over from her belly to her back. It’s a lot of effort but she has the determination to keep going. She’s a tough little cookie, but we already knew this.

Ava made her own new discovery whilst in Ikea shopping for high chairs. She discovered how to have a tantrum, and I can report she’s a natural. Very impressive volumes reached, as a singer I’m quite proud of the set of lungs she has.

Lacey has began singing to herself when she wakes up in the mornings. A bit like Gizmo from that Gremlins movie. It’s nothing short of adorable. Ava followed along by blowing bubbles, this has progressed over the last few days into a sort of constant growling with the occasional fart noise thrown in. It’s like we are now sharing a room with a small dinosaur who can’t shut up. It’s funny to wake up to.

Blakely has yet to start with the vocals like her sisters as yet, but does have a really cheeky laugh. I’m sure she’ll be finding her voice very soon. Everything seems to happen between them within a short time as far as development goes.

So it’s been an interesting time. A nice break for us over Christmas, as much as anyone can with multiples. To be honest we’re both still tired. Stacey and myself even had a night out to a restaurant to celebrate our wedding anniversary. I can’t remember the last time we had that quiet time together. It was much needed. Thankfully Stacey has a big family full of women who love taking care of babies so a night out was possible.

Now its back to work, back to the routine, which is made easier by watching the ever changing growth of the triplets. There is much to look forward to, much more to learn and much to work for. My family deserve the best start in life I can provide for them. Everything changed last year. It’s my job to move with that change.