Here is a photo of my troops with the same chicks when they spent a day with Grandma and Grandpa. 
My sister has been having some problems with the chickens pecking each other. She has tried several different things and finally just had to separate them.
I think she has 3 different types of chickens and they don't seem to like each other. If anyone has advice I can pass it on. I know nothing about chickens except they taste good battered and fried.
Yes she has a very long name. It took 8 years to get her and I was afraid she would be an only child. I wanted to honor both of her Grandmothers. Victoria is Lance's mom's name and Eileen is my mom's middle name. If I had only known we were going to have 2 more girls, Ashlyn would have been spared the agony of learning to write 4 names before graduating Kindergarten.
She was born on April 2nd and I was able to breathe a sigh of relief when the clock struck 12:01am on this day. Not because that was when she was finally born, I had 15 more grueling hours to go.....of back labor, mind you. I just knew that I really didn't want my baby to be born on April Fools Day.
I have loved every minute of raising Ashlyn. Ok.......all but about a few hours here and there. She was a very easy baby and made me look like the best mom ever. I love to listen to her talk. She is a riot with some of the things she comes up with. One of my biggest fears while I was pregnant with my trio was that I was taking something away from Ashlyn by having 3 babies, at once, when she was still just a baby herself. After seeing how she has responded over the past year and a half, I know she is going to be fine. More than fine. For being 3 she has a lot figured out and has a very caring personality. No she isn't perfect and has her bouts of jealousy and impatience. I know that she has done something to hurt one of them when I hear crying and she says "I think I will go sit in time out".
I actually think she has made raising triplets a little easier. God knew what he was doing when he put her first in line. When I have a bad day, she brightens my spirit. She makes me giggle. 
She loves to help me with dishes, laundry, and baking. She still loves babies even though you'd think she'd be sick of them by now. I see her having a litter herself some day. 
Is it sad that I'm already thinking about how much I'm going to miss her when she graduates from high school and moves away? Maybe that's why teenagers are meant to drive you crazy. So you miss them a little less when they leave.
The name Ashlyn means natural. She is a natural, isn't she?
Here I am pregnant with the triplets and eight months along. I'm wearing stylish sweatpants that don't even come close to covering my belly. Couldn't tell you the size. I was popping out of XL maternity shirts I know that. This was taken the week before I delivered them. Can you say "back ache"?
She is baby C of course. She was on my right side with her butt under my ribs. Every ultrasound for the last few months she had her face buried in my hip. She has been making up for all she missed, ever since. 
These are clean, by the way.
Maybe potty training is around the corner. She weighs about 20 lbs, soaking wet. She is a tiny thing and when you pick her up you feel like you could snap her arms right off. I was concerned about her size but she continues to thrive. She has been the 1st one to reach every milestone. It won't be long and I'll have to peel her off the ceiling. 
She is very smart also. I've noticed that she understands most of what I tell her. The fact that she tends to ignore me is beside the point. What would I do without this sweet little face.
More of Ashlyn's photography. She's getting better. If we look really tired in these photos its because we are. 3 teething babies is so much fun.
Brooke's name means sophisticated which I think fits her. She does have a silly side too, though. Her middle name was Lance's Grandma's middle name.
She is a thumb sucker which I hope doesn't cause her problems later on. Ashlyn would have been one but we were diligent about replacing her thumb with a binky. With Brooke we were too tired to notice she was even sucking her thumb until she was past the point of preventing it. We were just glad she was quiet. She is very independent but also loves to come and cuddle when she needs some quality time. 
To some people, Brooke acts very shy (or screams bloody murder) such as with my sister and sister-in-law, much to their dismay. It usually seems to be very normal looking people. Then when she sees someone like my dad, who has a scruffy beard and is much bigger than she is (not saying your not normal looking, dad) she runs right to him with open arms.
She also loved my brother when he visited from Texas (once again, not that there is anything wrong with your appearance) who shaves his head and also has facial hair of some sort. Does that mean she will be attracted to bad boys? She seems to like danger. I can feel the gray hairs popping up as I type.
I have to add that the other nurses at our hospital took exceptional care of our babies. Especially you, Mindy. Mindy had the most contact with our babies and we still keep in touch with her. She now has a baby of her very own named Denver, and you can read all about him here.
Ryan was baby B and he was transverse across my stomach on the left side (toward the end anyway). You could see his little heels kick back and forth across my belly and pop out my belly button. He was the most active while I was pregnant and we had a sneaking suspicion that he was a boy from the very beginning. He was always acting up for the camera when we had ultrasounds. We didn't know the sex of any of our babies because we wanted to be surprised.
He now weighs 26 lbs and he loves to climb.
Of all my children, he is the worst sleeper. He has been the one to wake us up the most. He prefers his daddy to come in and rub his back. At this very moment, while the girls are napping, he is in his crib trying to take his shirt off. 
They are the only 2 in our family with blond hair and blue eyes. Ryan has his daddy's name for a middle name. We picked his first name because we wanted something Irish to remind him of his paternal grandfather's heritage. 
He loves to eat. I haven't seen him turn down much of anything.
I enjoy the controversy over Nature vs. Nurture especially raising a set of triplets. I don't try and influence them in any way. 
To see an only boy become a "boy" all by himself is quite hysterical at times. He hisses at baby dolls but loves trucks, dirt, mud, and digging. 
He does have a slight feminine side though. He can be very soft hearted, he doesn't like bugs, and he will fight with the girls over pink, glitter, and ruffles. This drives Lance crazy because he would like him to be in camouflage 24/7. 
He also loves to vacuum but probably because it has a motor. He will definitely do something mechanical some day because he is obsessed with anything that requires batteries, has buttons to push, or makes noise.
Now it also comes in Neon and has a chart on the back to mix different colors. Fun!! Since Ashlyn is the picky eater at the moment, and the only one that can talk clearly, she gets to pick the color. So far we've tried green, blue, and purple pancakes. 
We've also had orange french toast. I'm sure there are many more options that I haven't yet tried. I don't want to get too carried away in case the babies stop eating because they don't recognise what is put in front of them.
Just what is taking me so long, you might ask? Well this blog for one thing(my one hobby while the kids are napping).
But, today, I sent the kids off to Grandma's and I will tackle this once and for all. As soon as I finish this post. 
I added this photo of Gaby in the hospital. Gaby kept the nurses hopping. When she wanted something, she let you know it. They nicknamed her the drama queen.
Gaby is 17 months old and weighed 6 lbs at birth. She now weighs about 25 lbs give or take depending on what she had for lunch. She was baby A and made my life pretty miserable for the last couple months of my pregnancy. OK they all did. 
I named her Gabriella because it means "God is her strength" and I feel like she deserved it, keeping them all in, even though her brother and sister were on top of her. I had contractions 5-10 min apart for weeks but did not dilate at all. 
Her middle name is my Grandma's middle name. Gaby is the most shy around strangers, but, usually if you put something between her and the "scary person", she will turn into a little ham. Just the other day my dad came over and she wouldn't even look at him. I picked her up and stood between her and Grandpa, and then she reached over and poked at his beard and even gave him a kiss. 
She is also my kissy baby. She will walk over and pucker up at any given moment. Melts my heart every time. She is the best sleeper, best eater (except occasionaly some vegetables), and is usually pretty content. 
She is also the most soft hearted. She rarely gets in trouble and when she does, she starts to sob like you broke her little heart. I can't stay mad at her for long. She is also the goofiest. She makes the funniest faces, and when she laughs, she has this deep chuckle that comes from her belly.
This is Ashlyn with a chocolate face.
This is me with a black licorice face.
This is Brooke in a drawer.
I couldn't find one of Gaby posing like any of my photos......yet. The search continues. I'd say that means she doesn't act like me, but I know that isn't true.
