Today was one of those days that seemed to have a mix of highs and lows:
We had a productive and positive meeting with Clark's teacher and Early Intervention counselor today. He is progressing well and we are seeing definite results from the work of his speech therapist and teacher. We are amazed at the differences that have occurred in the last month especially. And it was funny to learn that tantrums are a positive developmental progression, so go Clark and your big tantrums! *wink-wink*
We found a checkbook in the road and were able to return it this afternoon to neighbors just around the corner from us. They were very nice people and recognized that we were the family "with triplets." The man also asked if I had lost my mom a few months ago. OK, yes, starting to feel uncomfortable and wonder how they know this about me, but waited it out. Apparently his parents frequent the senior center where my mom spent many of her mornings and afternoons playing Bridge, Canasta, Bingo and Scrabble. They heard stories of her triplet grandchildren. His parents also remember when I came by the center one afternoon so that Nana could show off her grandbabies (punctuation???) to her buddies there. Their family put it all together and figured out that we were the same triplet family. It was one of those moments that was bittersweet. It made me miss her that much more, but was also so sweet to be reminded that she was sharing stories about the kids while she was having fun at the senior center. I know that she loved my kids (even though she only knew them for a short time) and it was just one of those moments where she was able to "remind me."
Later I got stuck beginning baths for all three at once before
On a brighter note, the kids were in the living room playing (yes, outside of the playroom) while I fixed dinner this evening. I started up an episode of The Wiggles, but Clark was more interested in wandering around anywhere I did not want him to go. He dragged a pom-pom through the dog bowl and splashed water e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e. And then he went to the fridge and pushed the thingy to get water to come out and got it squirted in his eye. Sort of funny to see the look of shock and disbelief on his face and it was a good moment for me to point out that I told him to play in the living room and those that obeyed me did not have water on their face at that very moment. :)
That's all for us today. Hope you have a great weekend.