4,2,1 Blast Off: The Irish Triplets Bounce to Outter Space

Catherine and I were in Vegas gambling away Kelly's college fund (we actually ended up about $1,000, thanks to Cath's late heater on the blackjack table) and missed his official 4th birthday, September 24, 2010. He seemed to forgive us, and was even a bit confused about his exact birthday thanks to a weekend long birthday party started by Pebe on Friday. Like Tigger from one of Kelly's favorite new, old books, the classic version of Winnie the Pooh, my boy loves to bounce and bounce and bounce. Kelly's circular shaped UFO Bouncer unit was delivered promptly at 8:30 a.m. on Sunday, the morning of his 4th birthday party, just as the guest of honor was finishing his fine French toast breakfast he helped me make, nibblely cracking three eggs without loosing a single shard of shell.

"I jumped and jumped like a crazy rabbit." Kelly explained with a grin and glint in his eye as he recounted the party's highlights to our nanny on Monday. At the end of the party, it was time for the obligatory happy birthday song and cake/candle blowing event. I told Kelly it was cake time and he replied, "I don't want to eat cake."
"What?" I gave him an expectant stare, well maybe a glare.
He smiled and replied,"Alright, I'll blow the candles but I don't want cake."
He did just that, blowing out the candles and shyly enjoying being the focus of attention during "Happy Birthday." A beat after the song ended, Kelly scooted off his chair and trotted back to bounce in the UFO until bedtime.
"I'm all sweaty in my diaper." observed Kelly while taking a pee break. We're still trying to coax Kelly away from his beloved portable pee and poop collection system.

Rhys Notes:

Kelly observing his little brother, Rhys, trying to cool his oatmeal with his moist half-blow- half-spit method, "If you keep blowing like that it's just going to taste like drool."

Rhys puked in his oatmeal this morning, tripping off a chain reaction of screaming from Kelly, who was just outside the barf zone, and Beckett who instinctively just copies what his brothers are doing. Rhys calmed down eventually, we stripped off his sodden pj's and picked out a fancy outfit together (see photo).

Beckett Notes:

Beckett is walking around, but only if you trick him and offer your hand just out of his reach. He's just 13 months old and surprisingly easy to fool.

Here's a great photo of Beckett with his great grandfather, Grampie Wege.