The Cuteness

My sweet Abby.

Charlie has a new hat.

You like?

Mia is so curious about my camera.

She wants it. Wants it now.

Belly button show by Mia. Picture by me.

New fences; new hangouts

We recently rearranged the gates in the downstairs. We got rid of the clunky chair/bag of rice/chair trio that was guarding the way between the couches and put up gates at the base of the stairs and at the entryway to the kitchen.

The girls have loved the extra space. In fact, they now spend probably 60% of their time out in the hallway instead of in the family room/play area. And of that 60% spent in the hallway, 60% is spent on the little linoleum square before the front door. I don't know why they like it so much -- it's cold in the mornings and slippery to walk on in socks -- but they do.

By the way, do you like the sweatpants? It's been getting colder, so they spend lots of time in them.

The little red ribbons they are wearing are actually connected to the bells they received at the Polar Express themed ward Christmas party we went to last Saturday. Sadly, I did not take my camera, so I've no pictures. Ashlee does though.

If you look closely, you will find that all three girls are in the above picture. Charlie is hiding behind the corner, sitting (of course) on the linoleum square.

All that room to play in, and they are all three congregated right there on that little four by four patch of slippery, cold linoleum. *shakes head and grins* Silly, adorable girls.

Random Video Post! YAY!

There will be more eventually. But videos take forever to load, so you've got to give me a little time.

EDIT: One more.

Thanksgiving Part 2

The second part of Thanksgiving, unfortunately, does not involve pictures. So settle in for some reading.

You know, every time I use the word Unfortunately, it reminds me of a book my parents would read to me as a child, and that, as I got older, I would read to myself and, even older, to my nephews. The copy I read from was old, secondhand; it belonged to my dad before me. It was his favorite book as a kid, and his name, in his child's handwriting, is written on the inside of the cover.

In the book, the main character goes through a series of mishaps that then turn out favorable. You know. Fortunately, Ned was invited to a surprise party. But Unfortunately, the party is a thousand miles away. Fortunately, his friend loans him his airplane. Unfortunately, the motor explodes. But Fortunately, he falls into water and survives. However, Unfortunately, the water has crocodiles. Fortunately, though, Ned can swim. Et cetera, et cetera.

I think a lot of life is like that. Like, for instance,

Unfortunately, Mia got a cold while my Mom was here, which she then passed on to her sisters.

Fortunately, she was pretty much done with hers by the time theirs really kicked in so there was always at least one happy, healthy baby to cheer us up.

Unfortunately, we got in that accident last month.

Fortunately, no one was hurt.

Unfortunately, it's been getting colder and colder here lately.

Fortunately, that means Christmas is right around the corner.

So I guess that's what I'm thankful for this Thanksgiving. I'm thankful that for every Unfortunately, there's always a Fortunately. For every bad thing that happens, there's always something good to counteract it. There's always a flip side. And the story always, always ends with Fortunately.

That's what I'm giving thanks for this season; that there is always something to give thanks for... if you can find it.

Thanksgiving Part 1

Next up we have Mimi and Poppy's visit for Thanksgiving. Aunt Randa and cousins came to visit for a couple days too, but I didn't get any pictures.

For something fun to do while Mimi and

Poppy were here, it was decided upon that we would go to the zoo.

Charlie discovered her nose during the long long drive to the zoo.

"Ew, Charlie. Just ew," quoth Mia.

Unfortunately, as you may have read on Ashlee's blog, the zoo parking lot was completely full. Completely. Not a single empty spot. So, rather than just turn right around and take another long long trip home with babies becoming more and more tired of their car seats, we searched out a park and let the girls roam.

There was a playground, but it was obviously for older kids, so the girls mostly ran around in a big baseball field.

"Let me out!"

"Wazzat?"

Running to first base!

Looking stylish in matching sunglasses with Daddy.

"Run, run, run as fast as you can, you can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man!"

Charlie and Poppy.

Mia and Mimi.

Despite it's other faults, this park had lovely trees and nice benches.

Or maybe they only look so lovely and nice because they are in gorgeous Abby's background.

Grandma's Visit

Please forgive the wait between posts, this Auntie has been a bit busy.

What's that you say? Seriously, you live with triplets and you've been busy? No kidding. But I've been even busier than usual this month with non-Auntie business as well. What kind of business you ask? Dating? Schoolwork? Uh, no, NaNoWriMo actually, thanks for asking. I would tell you what it is, but this blog is about my nieces, not me, so if you're curious you can just click the link.

Since we last met, we have had many visitors, eaten a truckload of amazing food, and celebrated a holiday, so I have plenty to catch up on.

Firstly, Grandma (my Mommy) visited. The baby girls loved having her here, and so did the adults. Here are a few pictures from her visit.

Playtime! The next few pictures were taken by Daddy (Jared), and therefore, for once, this Auntie is to be seen on her own blog!

Approach quietly -- you don't want to scare this elusive creature away!

If you are wondering why I seem to be wearing one of their toy boxes... keep wondering. I don't even know. I believe it was some kind of game of peekaboo.

"Found you!"

"Can I come in with you?"

"Silly Aunt Lisa!"

Charlie watching her Auntie's odd game.

Then deciding Mommy's face is more interesting.

As a side note, the girls love their Christmas music.

The girls were quite intrigued with grandma's sweater, so we let them try it out.

It was very amusing to watch Abby walking around with one arm hanging out as if it were a toga.

Reading with Grandma.

More reading with Grandma. Grandma likes reading to her girls, in case you hadn't guessed.

Even though I also discovered a few pictures of his stomach and Ashlee watching tv (can you say stalker husband pics?) Jared also managed to take a couple of really adorable pictures of the girls.

Behold the cuteness.

Like I said at the beginning of this post, a lot has happened since I last blogged -- this is only the beginning -- but that blog post will have to wait. After staying up later than she ought to every night for a month and refusing to take napping opportunities for napping (again, NaNoWriMo explains all), this Auntie is dead tired.

And so I wish you all Good Night.

The Quest for the Missing Shoe

(The following should be read in an epic narrator voice. Preferably out loud.)

Gather near, my children, and I will tell you the epic tale of the Quest for the Missing Shoe.

Once upon a time, there were baby triplet girls who were adorable beyond reason. Their Mimi gave them magic shoes with powers to make the triplets look even more adorable (if possible) and very grown up. Their Mommy liked to put them in these shoes whenever she took them out, so everyone could admire them and their adorable grown up selves.

One day, their Mommy needed to go shopping at the Club of Sam. Of course, she was going to take her adorable girls (and her humble helper who shall remain unnamed), so she put them in their magic shoes. Before they could leave, however, one of the shoes belonging to the middle triplet, Abigailina, kept falling off. So they tightened the straps and went on their way, never considering the other shoe might be just as loose.

They arrived at the Club of Sam and got out the double seater baby coach and put Abigailina and Charlotta in it. Miana was given the special privilege of sitting in the seat of honor on the Mommy's shopping cart.

When everyone was settled into their seats, the Mommy and the helper set off, pushing the adorable babies in their magic shoes through the parking lot and into the Club of Sam.

Through the aisles of the store they walked, stopping here and stopping there for this item and that. They wended their way among their fellow shoppers (all of whom were, of course, awed by the adorableness that was the babies in their magic shoes) and walked from here to there and back again.

That is... until the humble helper looked down at the adorable babies and noticed there was one magic shoe lacking. Horrified (for magic shoes are not that easy to come by, you know), she at once alerted the Mommy.

In a frenzy, they retraced their steps, walking from there to here and again and back, wending their way once more through the crowds of entranced shoppers. But the missing shoe was nowhere to be seen.

They went to the desk of customer service to see if there had been any magic shoes turned in, but no. There had been none, they said.

At last, there was no choice but to buy their items and hurry back to the carriage, keeping an eye out for the shoe as they went.

Through the shopping line the Mommy, helper and triplets went, their prayers ascending to heaven that the missing shoe would be found (for, as I said, magic shoes are not easy to come by, you know! Especially when you are trying to match the shoes on three triplets). At last, the items were bought and the triplets and their entourage rushed to the parking lot and away to the carriage. As they rushed the prayer repeated again and again: "Let it be there, let it be there in the carriage, let it be there, let it be there near the carriage, let it be there!"

And then, just at this moment of ultimate worry and climax of prayers, there appeared a white speck beside their carriage. They hurried faster, eager to see -- and yes, indeed! It was the magic shoe! It had been sitting, undisturbed, by the carriage, earning the admiration of the world while it waited for the adorable baby it was made for to return.

With a cry of joy, the Mommy hopped up in the air and clicked her heels together (really, she did, I promise, ask her) and, rushing forward, clasped the magic shoe to her heart (also for reals), then tenderly returned it to its rightful place on the foot of her adorable offspring.

And that was the end of the Quest for the Missing Shoe.