This blog post is short and sweet—just like the thirteen-month-old triplets we’re hosting right now.
(If you missed the previous stories about them, click here and here.)
Because of our tiny houseguests, we enjoyed a different Christmas this year. A better one, actually. Nothing gets one’s eyes off oneself like caring for three mobile, smiling babies. Or worrying about them when all three are sick and need to go to Urgent Care. (Their mama is Superwoman, by the way, and the babies are better now.)
Enjoy some of our holiday photos. Merry Christmas!
Notes:
1. Flicka, Ricka, and Dicka are all home right now, so each girl gets her own baby.
2. Tupperware containers are more fun than toys.
3. I wish you could see the babies’ faces, but this is how it goes with hostings and social media. You’ll just have to take my word for it when I say they’re darling.
*Names in this blog have been changed to protect my family and friends in the neighborhood, and in a nod of appreciation to the beloved Swedish author Maj Lindman, I’ve renamed my three blondies Flicka, Ricka, and Dicka.