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Wit,

 Wisdom

and

Run-on Sentences

 

Here's a bit about me, my thoughts on life, and other such nonsense.

STILL UNDER CONSTRUCTION


WIT

Once upon a triplet morning, came the dawn without a warning.
From their cribs, the babies crying far too early in the morn.
So my legs I started dragging, to the kitchen zigging-zagging.
With the thoughts of sleep still nagging - nagging that I must ignore.
And my brain still deep in slumber as I shuffle 'cross the floor.
Feeding babies - nothing more.

Making bottles - automatic, always moving - never static.
Hungry mouths of desperate babies suck it down and cry for more.
Feeding bottles never ceases - as the frenzy e'er increases.
Sleep-deprived, my brain in pieces - pieces broken evermore.
Lucid dreams replace my logic, losing brain cells more and more.
Staying wakeful - what a chore.

Burping triplets, then to changing  - every day the same - unchanging.
Spit-up blotches on my clothing, Rorschach pictures my decor.
Triple changing, triple feeding, triplet babies ever needing.
Screaming starts my eardrums bleeding - bleeding - no, but surely sore.
Shushing babies, I beseech them "Quiet, please," I do implore.
Never quiet anymore.

When the frenzy finds its ending, there's a pause in baby-tending,
On a blanket triplets wiggle, spread across the playroom floor.
So I watch them, fascinated, through my weary eyes, I'm jaded.
But my love goes unabated - unabated, that's for sure.
Sleep-deprived exhaustion lingers, yet I love them even more.
Triple blessing - much adored.

- Lesa Rhoton

 

What each child has taught me:

 

Then

Now

Kristi Stretch marks are forever. And, I knew even less than I thought I did about parenting when she came. My bond with my children continues to grow - even when they are adults!
Kevin Little boys sure are cuddly. Self-discipline is sometimes a self-taught virtue.
Kelli Little girls can be more adventuresome than boys. Sweet is as sweet does - not what's on the outside. (my little goth girl has a heart of gold)
Angus Two brunettes can produce a redheaded child. I still have much to learn about parenting.
Ruca Identical twins doesn't mean "identical twins." The propensity to "show off" is innate, not learned.
Nadia Miracles DO exist. Good things definitely come in small packages.
Max A child can be a near-clone of a grandparent. (Max looks just like my dad!) Nothing is unbreakable.

 

Marriage and Multiples - The Warm Date

Last Wednesday, and the Wednesday before that, and the Wednesday before that, my wonderful husband and I went out for our weekly date.  Fortunate for us, we have a built-in babysitter with my wonderful 15-year-old daughter. 

It's nearly always the same date.  We go through the same before-date rituals.  We tuck in our trio, and get our 3-year-old ready so our daughter's job while we're gone will be minimal.  We give him the same kiss as usual and tell him the same line each time, that "we're going out on a hot date" and that we'll see him in the morning.  It's the same each time - same restaurant, same food, same waiter, and most of the time, the same conversation.   However our conversations begin, they always seem to end with our children.

There's comfort in the routine of our "hot date."  We're so tired by the end of the day, both emotionally and physically,  that we just don't want to have to think about where to go, what to order, etc.  We don't want to wonder if it's going to be good, or if the restaurant will be crowded, or if we'll wish we would have gone somewhere else.  We want to spend every single one of our quality "together moments" enjoying each other.

I have to say, when we first started "dating" again after the triplets came, it was an enormous effort.  Most of the time, the idea of a date after the little ones were in bed seemed like even more work.  Sleep, vegging our in front of the TV, a warm bath, zoning out mentally - all of those things seemed more appealing at times than the effort involved in getting out.  But we forced ourselves, through our exhaustion, to make that effort to reconnect.  And sometimes our "hot date" each week was the only time we ever got to sift through the jumbled triplet fog that shrouded our brains to find things to share with one another. 

A few weeks ago, as we went through that ever-so-comfortable pre-date routine, I gave my little boy that old line he knows so well.  "Mom and Dad are going out on a hot date.  We'll see you in the morning, bud."  He very matter-of-factly proclaimed, "No, Mommy. You are not going out on a hot date.  You are going out on a warm date."  Oh, so cute. 

We had a good laugh at that one.  It came up as the topic of conversation a few times that evening on our date.  How appropriate.  At this point in our relationship, while our brains are still in "survival mode" most of the time, pretty much my little boy nailed it right on the head.  A warm date!  And, you know what, a warm date is better than a cold date.  And I know that, as long as we continue to connect each week, as a couple - as best friends, our warm dates will once again turn into true "hot dates" as we push past triplet toddlerhood.  In the meantime, I'll settle for my predictable, safe, ritualistic, monotonous warm date, and enjoy every minute of it.

Tips for surviving as a couple:

  • Remember each other.  I missed my husband in the first few months - missed who we were.  It's normal.

  • Take time to reconnect each week, at least. Set a "warm date." 

  • Make that effort to date regularly even if you feel it's a lot more work than you'd like.  The routine of it can bring comfort.

  • Go easy on your spouse/partner in the first year.  Having multiples changes the dynamic of your relationship for a little while.

  • Recognize that you may have never "snapped" at your spouse before, but you've probably never had as much going on as you do now.  Be forgiving of yourself and forgiving of your spouse.

  • Try to maintain a sense of humor about the chaos. 

  • Write down little things you want to share with your spouse throughout the day.  You'll probably forget 90% of it by the time you're together again.

  • Recognize that the stage you're in now with your children will pass and that someday, you'll have more time than you need to do the drudgery of the day.  If something doesn't get done now, it can wait.

  • Count your day a success if you've kept your kids alive and well and you've maintained your own sanity and found time to look into your spouses eyes and say "I love you."

Humans on Loan - my philosophy on parenthood:

 

RUN-ON SENTENCES

About Me

Daughter to John and Sandra Cole.  Sister to three brothers.  Aunt to several.  Mother to seven great kids.  Cousin to many.  Friend to just the right number. 

Born and raised in Manassas, Virginia, I am the youngest of four children and the only girl in the family. My father worked for the C.I.A. as an field analyst, and I had a very traditional stay-at-home mom.  Raised along-side of the children of senators, CIA, FBI, and other governmental agencies, my younger years were filled with self-doubt brought on by too much self-importance on the part of the classmates with whom I shared my education.  .Far too young, I was just 17-years-old when I met and married my ex-husband and decided to start a family.  He was military, and the Air Force life took us from Illinois to England, to Wichita and eventually down to Florida.  Our marriage lasted well over a decade, but the "marriage" really lasted just a few short years, so we called it quits.  But, everything happens for a reason. I have three wonderful children as a result.  Can't complain about that!

I met my wonderful husband in the late 90's.  Born and raised in Findlay, Ohio, and just like me, a Florida immigrant, he was my age, had a similar upbringing, and shared the same interests in nearly every aspect of life.  It took no time to realize I'd met my new best friend; the love of my life.  He's my hero. 

I feel as though I've been a mom my whole life.  I went straight from being nurtured to being a nurturer.  Being wife to my amazing husband and mom to my seven children are the two most important parts of my life.  After having seen my older three grow into young adults before my eyes, savoring every single moment of not only their lives, but of the younger four as well,  has become the very reason for my journey here in this universe.   And sharing the children's lives with my best friend has made this a more magnificent journey than I could ever have imagined.