Benjamin, Dashiell and Georgia are 2!!!

We had a fabulous pool party blowout for the "babies" 2nd birthday. All summer long, we have been filling up the pool, almost daily at the height of it, and we could think of no better way to celebrate their birth then with a chaotic party at home! Don't they look thrilled :)

Ben, Georgia and Dash

Great gift from Omaha grandma and grandpa; we missed you guys at the party. Dash giving big bro Ben a lift
Time to get off, even if you don't want to. All is forgiven

that time of year again

Benjamin

Time for a summer do...they did not much care for the process. Big brother was there to show them it's not so bad, Dad did all his practicing on him.

Dashiell

the end result, not too shabby. Good job barber

Dad.

when the mountain can't go...

Last summer one of our favorite places to go to was the beach at Humboldt Park. The babies were just one, so they were content to stay close and hang on the blanket with me. I could easily watch Violet and Jack play in the not so deep water. This summer, I fearless mother of five (ha!) have yet to try it. Every last one of the kids are just too reckless for me to feel comfortable trying to take them myself. The lure of the bathroom and refrigerator two steps away is also a mighty compelling reason to stay put. They don't seem to mind!

Visit from Ivy (and Aunt Sarah)

In trying to solve the dilemma of where to put Ivy when there are 5 sets of hands eager to touch, we set upon putting her up on the table. Everyone had a front row seat and Ivy was unmolested! We had a great visit and the kids loved hanging out with the West coast contingent of the fam. Wish they were closer! Next time they visit, Ivy will be able to hold her own. Now, how old to you have to be to board a plane sans parents?

How long will they all still fit?

the case of the missing ring

Since the triplet pregnancy, my wedding ring has ceased to fit and so it has resided in my jewelry box along with all my other unworn sparklies. Violet has endless fascination with this stuff. One day last fall, while vacuuming under the bed, the sun glinted off something shiny. Normally I would assume this to be some forgotten "treasure" of the kids and continue hovering away with the awesome sucking power of the Dyson - is it any wonder my ring does not fit? But this day I checked it out and discovered to my dismay that it was my engagement ring and a sapphire ring that I am saving for Violet. Thanking my stars that I did not suck it up, I put it back into its' velvet home, only to discover the real treasure - my wedding ring - to be missing. After interrogating the wee ones (no water boarding) and tearing the place upside down, no ring turned up. Many brainstorming sessions trying to discover it's hiding spot, including taking apart the vacuum just in case, ensued. Fast forward to this week when it was record setting hot in Chicago. I opened all the windows in the house, and was elated to find the ring nestled in the window sill that is tucked behind a piece of furniture. Note to self: Do not let Violet hide Easter eggs in the house.
Yayyy!! I have been looking for this forever!

party of seven - your table is ready

nice jazz hands Jack!