Three babies - 20 months apart - living the life of parents with triplets. We received many looks of empathy as we carted (3:1 stroller/jogger), rode (now with a bike seat on one bike and a dual carriage on the other) and expanded our vehicle choice to a Suburban. The Explorer was too small.
Summer vacation to Zion National Park was one for the ages. Three kids in a stroller. Yeah. That was ambitious. We just did it. The Nike slogan became our rally cry.
Then a very fond memory of both girls getting the flu at the same time. It was horrific in the moment, like a scene out of “I Love Lucy”, when we just kept cleaning up one girl and passing the clean girl over, when the other girl would erupt. We can laugh now. But, seriously gross then!
There was also Christmas in Santa Ynez with the entire family. My mom flew in. We rented a house on a horse farm for a week. Beautiful countryside and our first real holiday with our kids and the family gathered in one place. Jack Daniels played a prominent role as we toasted the season.
Another funny moment, albeit not funny at the time, was when I went to light the gas fireplace (which obviously had not been lit in a while). Needless to say, we had a little gas explosion, throwing me across the room - eyebrows and arm hair signed. I was a bit shaken, but okay. And the famous quote, that still rings out every Christmas, was from Grandma Jerry, “The perils of Alcohol”. Not, are you okay? Are you hurt? And for the record, that incident had nothing to do with alcohol. Albeit, it did help afterward.