Can you tell what it is yet?

I am a meany

*phone rings*
ME:Hello?
*crackly line, call centre noises*
ME:Hello?
Hello Ma'am I'm calling from accident insu..
ME:Hello?
Hello Ma'am?
ME:Hello? Grandma Is that you?
No Ma'am, I'm calling from
ME:Grandma, are you okay? Do you need me to come over?
Ma'am, I'm calling from
ME:Hello? 
*click*

Teeny tiny thief!

Had a portage visit today

They bought with them a big blue ball, which rattles.

Zarek was delighted!

After all blue is his favourite colour...and it came in his favourite shape ... A ball.

As he shook it in glee a thought flitted into my mind of how I bet he would not want to part with it easily. 

He's come down from his nap and lo and behold out from whereever he stashed it appears the blue ball, stolen from the portage workers.....he hasn't let go of it since!

Klepto!

Amuse bouche

Oh dear. 
During breakfast today Zarek sneezed and weetabix shot out of his mouth.
Gaius burst out laughing.
From then on and weetabix i fed him was blown out of Zarek's mouth to make Gaius laugh again.
I have a class clown on my hands, god help his teachers!

Doin' time

Sometimes the best place to eat your dinner uninterrupted is to put YOURSELF in baby jail!

A full plate by a dad of triplets

As I leave the estate agents, keys in hand - the keys to our first owned home. A thought pops into my head just for a second "this is it". Six years ago, when things were pretty low, we sat down and discussed our defeat - we couldn't see children, a home of our own or any other happiness in our future. We agreed we'd always have each other (and got married to prove it). This was the turning point, we were there standing defiant to the world. The world that seemed too daunting a challenge to beat.

From that point on we have confronted those challenges head on and won in (almost) every one. And now, my plate at the carvery of life seems full...

There's the potatoes, both roasted (to perfection) and mashed that is our new home. The triplets form a bounty of vegetables on the side, one on the way is the delicious Yorkshire pud, and my university course shining its way to a brighter future is the chicken breast (as much as normal chicken breasts don't shine, this one does), my stable and enjoyable job brings the bacon that sits atop the chicken, making the whole meal better (bacon makes everything better) and of course Holly 'Red' Herring, my amazing and superlative wife, poured atop it all like a thick and wholesome gravy.

It seems like I have a lot on my plate, but this isn't "it"...

I made room for pudding

The parenting cycle

Mama teaches babies how to throw.

Babies learn how to throw balls into the ball pool.

Mama is proud.

Babies learn how to throw heavier objects at the tv and at each other.

Mama is now teaching babies not to throw.