Echoes of the past

It feels very strange being at home sometimes, as the meaning of 'home' has now shifted so much. I can remember sitting in this exact spot or doing some task from before we had the triplets and I just keep thinking 'if only you knew what was coming!'
I rather fancy that the echoes of the past are layered over each other with the house 'remembering' what came before. As I sit feeding babies at stupid-o-clock I imagine I can see D and I on the sofa watching a late night movie marathon. No travel cot in the corner, no changing mat on the floor. Oh how our lives have changed!
It's poignant to think of the hours spent sat on our bed as I dreamt of the children I never thought I'd have. Crying over every negative test and the conversations we shared on how we hoped we would raise our fictional children.
Then I think of how I tossed and turned in bed with my huge pregnant belly, how I felt their first kicks early one morning and how we played music to my tummy just to watch them dance.
Of the overwhelming and amazing feeling that came from laying my babies on that same bed a few months later and then feeling my whole world tilt on its axis in a giddying way.
Of moving them into their own room and how D and I would lay at night whispering about how we missed them, how odd it felt for the room to be as it was before we had them, but that beyond the bedroom door so much had changed.

They are six months old tomorrow, and I can't say that doesn't just make me a tiny bit weepy. I've had plenty tears of sadness in getting to this point, now these are definitely tears of joy.

That was a close one

Note to self; in future do not continue to throw Ayla in the air and catch her (she likes it, honest) while walking from room to room. Door frames are much lower than the ceilings.
Yes it was a very close one today as I nearly decapitated dear sweet Ayla on the way to change her nappy.
I think I may have been daydreaming about sim-land since all they ever do to change a poopy nappy is to chuck said baby into the air, a few sparkles and Sfx later; et voila its all better.

On the subject of poop (yes we are going to sink that low) since we started weaning, the sheer nappy carnage has been frightful. Little Zarek always struggled to go and now 'rewards' me with a pooey bum at every change. Every change. Sometimes I have just re-dressed him when he refills his nappy.
I deserve hazard pay.

On a plus D has been feeling guilty!? that I seem to be doing more than him so has been volunteering to change all nappies when he is home to give me a break. I can't say I haven't bitten his hand off over this, it just takes one whiff of ripe be-hind and that child swiftly finds itself deposited into daddy's arms.
It won't last but I will definitely save my nose while I can. Seriously this eating food stuff is messy (and stenchy) on both ends.

23 weeks old already! Cripes!

I truly meant to blog regularly about our life as a family, but with so many mouths to feed and bums to change we're 23 weeks down the line and I haven't had the opportunity to share much at all.
They turn 6 months on the 19th so I'm hoping over the next few days to quickly fill in the gaps of what our life has been like with our three little handfuls. I can say for certain we have never had this much fun before. Ever.
Do I often and repeatedly get told 'you have your hands full'? Why yes, yes I do I can't seem to make it three feet without someone passing that little gem. Do I have my hands full?, yes! But the looks of pity some shoot me break my heart. Sure when we have bad days they are days straight out of hell itself. But 75% of the time at least is fantastic then 20% is simply normal or alright and only 5% is terrible, and usually someone or all of us are ill causing the nightmare situation to occur.
Both Dom and I would not pass up a minute of what we've had (although I would happily pass up remembering the c-section) and the fun and laughter would mean squat without the tears and tantrums to compare it to.
This last year has definitely been the best of my life, and it just keeps getting better!!!

Shh babies are sleeping!

It's one of those rare moments where the babies are having their morning nap and I haven't succumbed to needing one myself. Okay so I have gotten back into bed, but its cosy here and my favourite place to sit between the morning nap and the 10am play time.
I have so much to share with you all but I also think so much of it may just be a) boring or b) me droning on for hours and hours about routines, baby spit and nappy sizes.
So in a (welcome?) break from our regular viewing, here is a rather inspiring New Years idea that we will be taking a bash at this year (as long as I remember) I like the idea so much I hope to do it every year.... As long as I don't forget blah blah

Merry Christmas from a new family of five

Yes, I know, it's even more photos!

How to pick your favourite picture....add them ALL!

Today's picture theme is christmas tree, this is the first time they have ever seen one....so we had to get the twinkliest one in the store (sorry mr credit card ;) )

Time flies...no matter how you try to stop it

Dear babies;
I'm having one of those panic moments where I wish I could just pause everything...
When did you get so big?
I've been happily going along singing, playing, feeding, changing ad infinitum, while lots of lovely new things happen each day, be it a smile, a new noise, finding ones own mouth or something exciting you never noticed before. We have been taking each day as it comes and sure we've let some things pass us by but we've definitely had more laughter than tears.

I fed Gaius today, boy is he heavy now, and his feet touch the sofa cushion while he's sat on my knee....when did that happen? Ayla fits into her newborn clothes and no one is in tiny baby clothes anymore....when did that happen? Zarek spends more time smiling than crying....when did that happen? Did I blink? Was I too tired, Did I not see?

I sniff the tops of your heads at every 6am feed, I inhale deeply, desperate to remember your warm baby smell before you grow...but I never can recall it.
I know you won't remember this time we share, and I'm starting to think I won't either as the more I want to preserve it, the faster it slips through my fingers and pictures don't do you justice....I guess it will have to be enough just to know that we lived it, to know I held you once, when you were tiny, for the very first time, how I bent my head and smelt you for the very first time. Even if I don't remember the smell of your head, I can remember that i sniffed your neck as you fed and ill remember I never wanted to forget it.