

Here's the girls sleeping as they get gawked at. You know? Shopping trips take twice as long now. Folks see there's 3 of them (we put a thick blanket in the cart and bundle them pig-in-a-blanket style to do our shopping) and they issue me these puzzled/awed looks. My favorite responses/questions:
"Are the 3 of them twins?" ("Yes, indeed the 3 of them are twins.")
"Are they all girls?" (somehow this one only gets asked when I have them all in matching pink ruffly outfits with bows in their hair)
"Wow, triplets - were they all born at the same time?" (Uhhh, no. 3 minutes apart.)
"Wow! Triplets! That one looks different from the other 2 - does she have the same father?" (too much Maury, I reckon.)











Eeeew! Now look at the mold that was underneath them from the leak! Gross!
Good News: Cool! New Cabinetry! And Mommy's getting homeschooling cabinets along one wall, and below them, 2 built-in desks for the boys to do their school work (very good news, indeed)!






The birthday boy!


One of the best perks was the one-on-one with the curators and keepers. They followed us around answering questions and telling funny stories about the critters. Like the Kindergarten class who came on a field trip to the touch tank only to watch in horror as Mr. Crab (usually very sedate and shy) snapped Mrs. Crab's head off with his pincher. Then proceed to eat it. Fabulous.



Tired boys...




