Turns out, over the two spins of the earth, I've written exactly 50 blog posts. Most posts are cute tales of our tiny threesome and one was an ode to their priceless gem of a mother, "Mama, Mama, Mama!". The last three blogs have served as therapy for my recent accident (#1, 2, & 3) - a brain injury, the result of crashing, noggin first, while racing my mountain bike. I hope, like other aspects of my life, that the blog returns to it's roots, chronicling the bright, humorous stories of our Irish triplets.
Here's what I said the blog turned into after a year on the net,
"My initial intent in writing the blog was to tap out a record of life, an ebaby book, of sorts, for Kelly, Rhys, and Beckett. My bride and I are not skilled archivist, competent filers, or can even claim to be “organized” with a straight face. I figured the upside of a blog: I couldn’t lose the contents in a pile of junk mail. The blog turned out to be 16% baby book and 22% personal therapeutic exercise, a copping mechanism to deal with our family’s frenetic life; the daily grind of providing care, cover, and love for three dependent tiny humans; the challenges our trio of toddlers lob in our face each and every day, all slathered in a salve of humor. What’s the remaining 62%, you ask? It’s a chronicle of the undetectable triumphs we celebrate together, simply, with a smile, a hug or encouraging word. It’s a journal of our joy. I wrote it for me. I wrote it for them."
October 29, 2009
Snowy Pumpkins
A fall blizzard trapped us in the house, but help soon arrived. Rhys the St. Bernard warmed our hearts with his cute doggie Halloween getup and stopped crying long enough for me to take this picture. He loves doggies and saying doggie and reading about doggies, and tries to lick Bella, now and again, but being dressed like a dog seemed to fray the vestments of his soul. He seemed fussy.
We had snow drifts as tall as Rhys on the upper deck.
I made Kelly put on his snow boots and go outside in the cold. He made footprints in front of the house while I dug the cars out. No photo.
Beckett seems heavy, finally, and is sleeping for longer stretches at night. He's growing cuter, daily.
He smiles at me and even other family members.
Thanks for reading.
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