a little easier on us than lugging those infant seats in and out
of the bases in the back.
There are so many new happenings that I don’t even know where to begin. The weather is beautiful and the babies and Ava are busier than ever.
Last week was a big week for us. Ava had her timed trials for swimming and we brought all the babies to watch. I had brought them all the day before by myself (although my sister and grandma Jan came so I had help) and it was a big success. The babies loved being out with all the people and excitement and exploring a new environment. I have learned with three babies (I guess they are technically toddlers but they just seem like babies to me still) that each day is different and unpredictable and while the babies did really well the day before, they were setting each other off the day of the time trials. Alas, we watched as Ava swam her little heart out all the way across the pool. She gave it her all and when we greeted her at the other end she got out of the pool and the first thing she said is “did I win?” She is a competitor. I explained to her about how they were all winners because they tried their best and swam all the way across the pool. She looked at me and said “but did I win?” Yes, you won. Sometimes it is just easier that way. We were very proud of her. She even got up on the platform that you dive off of and got in her best diving stance and then jumped in and swam to the other end of the pool.
Last Friday we had Ava’s graduation from Country Days Preschool where she went for two years of her little life. She was only just 3 when she started going there and she was such a baby. As I watched her graduate on Friday with all of her friends that she has made in class, I couldn’t help but tear up as we transition from the days of arts and crafts and playing on the farm at Preschool, to Kindergarten where she will be a big girl reading books and working on math. I am excited for Ava to go to Kindergarten because she is more than ready, but sad to think we will not make that morning drive to Country Days anymore, and that I won’t walk with her past the horses, goats and chickens to the house where I leave her in the loving care of Miss Teri and Miss April. Well, there are three spots waiting for the triplets if I decide to put them in a few years from now. Maybe we will be back!
After the graduation, one of Ava’s preschool friends had a pool party at their house and there was a pool and a big blow up castle slide. It seems like nothing in my life is completely free from drama, and this day proved that. The kids were having a blast all afternoon. We transitioned from the blow up water slide over to the pool. Most of the moms were sitting around the side of the pool while the kids swam. Ava is a pretty good swimmer and I never really worry much about her in the pool. She had been playing with the pool noodles with her friends for about ½ an hour when I heard Ava crying. I looked all the way across to the other side where there is a vanishing edge and I saw that Ava looked like she was in distress. My brain was confused. I could hear Ava crying and going under the water. I got up and ran around to the other side of the pool and saw Ava going under the water again. There was another kid right next to her so it was hard to see what was going on.
I jumped into the pool with all my clothes on and went to rescue Ava. When I pulled her over to the side I asked her what was going on. She said that her friend was pulling her under the water by her hair. I know her friend wasn’t trying to drown Ava but I think he was trying to get onto the noodle and was using Ava as leverage. Perhaps when he saw Ava panicking because she was being pulled under he panicked also and pulled her down more. I was shaken. I could not sleep that night. It was so unbelievably scary. I do think that everything happens for a reason though, and that happened to remind me that no matter how great a swimmer your child is, you must always keep a close eye on them in water because accidents come in all different forms.
Onto less frightening topics, Elsa and Preston are walking but they still choose to crawl most of the time. The point is that they CAN walk and they need practice to get good at it. I may have to take away their push toys so they aren’t so reliant on those instead of walking on their own. Elsa continues to love the men. If my dad is around (Gramps), Elsa has absolutely no need for me whatsoever. In fact, Elsa would practically choose a man she hardly knows over a woman she knows well. It is strange but I do get a lot of amusement over it. Preston is still totally a mama’s boy. I think he always will be and I will always be happy about it. Violet loves those who she knows but has intense stranger danger. If someone Violet doesn’t know comes within a few feet of her while she is in her booster seat for a meal she will have a complete meltdown. But if she knows you, she loves you wholeheartedly.
We spent Memorial Day at Bob and Angela’s today with Gigi and Gramps, Auntie and Uncle Nima and Ronin and our good neighbor friends. It was hard managing all those kids around the pool and various outdoor dangers, but all my peeps stepped in and held babies and kept Elsa from drowning in the pool etc. etc. It is a crazy time in the world of parent’s of 15 month old triplets and an almost 5 year old. There are always one or two kids having a hard day because of lack of sleep (Ava) or teething but I can see in a few years things will get easier. I recently learned that Dr. Drew has teenage triplets and he said in an interview that the first five years were a killer but it got so much easier after that. I wouldn’t say our life is that hard but we have those days where Chris and I will just randomly throw something across the room out of stress and frustration. It does make us feel better to throw something and usually we can regroup after that little release. Saturday Chris chose a frozen teething ring to throw across the room and I usually prefer to throw something that I find in the kitchen. There is no need to say anything when this happens. We both understand.
Until next time, the mothership is signing off.
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Graduation, Walking and Near Drowning: A Week In the Life of the Woolsey 6