Enjoying the Inclement Weather!

Since last night was the season premiere of Dancing With the Stars, my Heather time was dedicated to living life (if that's what you call vegging on the couch) rather than writing about it. But don't worry, you won't miss a beat...

I have found that leaving the house does wonders for the boys' behavior (and thus mine!) so despite our inclement weather (temps in the low 60s and overcast skies...lol) we braved the elements yesterday to hang at a local playground. Apparently others were not so brave as we had the park to ourselves for the almost 2 hours we were there. I'm sorry, but we southern cali people are just a touch spoiled rotten! I was LOVIN it....no funny stares, no silly questions, and no recounting the story of how our triplets came to be for the zillionth time. (which ironically I think is the reason my mom loves to go to the park!)

The triplets were fun and easy to manage. Knock on wood, they have been really good on our recent outings. Cameron....well...that's another story. Here he is fleeing my makeshift timeout bench as I attempted to take his picture. (almost like he knows I'm going to terrorize him with these memories someday when he has children of his own that behave in a similar fashion.)



Not surprising at all, Cole was all over every piece of equipment. Cole is our little stunt man/climber/thrill seeker. Whether leapfrogging on tall ascending steps, running along a concrete barrier, or attempting to climb down the ten plus foot direct dropping rock climbing wall (which Cameron won't even climb UP), he is quite the Fear Factor prodigy! Later at home I caught him climbing his toys shelves and as our eyes met, Cole verbalized exactly what he knew I was thinking, "Dooonnnn't Faaalllll!" He knows THE LOOK!

Ryland, like in most aspects of his life and personality, was right there holding the middle ground. He takes every risk on the equipment that he reasonably should at this age...no major apprehensions. Then there's Mason.....he would climb the stairs to the slide only to climb back down when he reached the top. He would get into a swing only to immediately discover he would rather have 2 feet firmly planted on the ground. He tends to have more anxieties about new situations and people. He had a blast zooming his matchbox cars on the "Finger Parks" though.

Truth be told, the hi-lite of the whole outing for all four boys was when the street sweeper truck drove by. Judging by the hearty smile and enthusiastic waving of the driver, I would say that having four devoted admirers lining the sidelines of his route like parade goers, it may have darn well been the hi-lite of his day too!

Fast forward to this morning, the boys had "chicken" for breakfast. Yes, that's right, they all wanted to eat "chicken". Could they possibly be asking for the leftovers from last night's dinner? After putting my super sleuthing skills to work, I figured out that "chicken" was actually "Corn Flakes." Now why did they have to put that darn rooster on the front of the box??

I had another proud mom moment this morning. Ryland was the first triplet to say a swear word. As Anthony accidentally knocked my decorator wrought iron key rack off the wall, sending it scratching down the length of the wall, he blurted out S.O.B. (and he didn't use the initials either) Ryland quickly and proudly exclaimed "Son of a bitch!" Did I mention they are coming a long way in their language development?!