I’ve heard it a bunch of times: “They each have their own personalities! It’s so amazing – wow!”
Or some variation.
It’s hard for me to bite my tongue, because REALLY? I don’t understand where people’s awe comes from. They’re different people – OBVIOUSLY their personalities are different.
I’m sure a lot of personality traits come from nurture and environment, but just as much – if not more (it has to be more, don’t you think?) – comes from nature. From one’s own brain and guts and DNA map and whatnot. (FYI, even identical multiples don’t have totally identical DNA.)
But in the same respect, I’ve found myself in the pediatrician’s office posing a concern about A/B/C because he/she is doing things different from his/her siblings. It’s happened more than once.
In my defense, I do have to ask because of the evil What If made even more evil by the forecasted possible delays and disabilities when I gave birth 12 weeks early. Thankfully, no one has had any true delays that required attention.
They’re just different.
Eleanor is nimble and agile. She was the first to walk (at 12 months actual age, 10 months corrected age), and she’s been jumping/landing with both feet off the floor since somewhere around 17 months old.
Toby is clumsy but runs superfast, and Callista is careful and just started truly running (rather than walking fast) two weeks ago.
Callista is a mimic. She tries to repeat almost any word we present and succeeds with most. She says, “Good morning!” and “Excuse me,” and while her pronunciation isn’t spot on, she is pretty darn close and is easiest to understand.
Eleanor and Toby have their own (individual) dialect with more words than not. (Note that they can each understand each other perfectly, and the Monkey See Monkey Do effect helps people not fluent in ETC understand them because what one says the next repeats, and one of them can usually get pretty close to Actual American English.)
Eleanor likes to add an S/Z-sound or an ie/y to some of her words. Daddy is “dadas.” Color is “cuz.” Pickle is “picky.” Glasses are “gyassy.” Words like outside, book, night-night, puppy, dog, kitty-cat – those all sound like you’d expect. She’s not delayed. She’s just different.
Toby … I’m not sure how to describe Toby’s dialect other than “Toby.” He calls his blanket (or blankie, whatever) a “beet,” and color (crayon?) sounds more like “cong.” Some of Toby’s words probably sound like nonsense to outsiders, but I know they’re specific and are assigned to actual words he can’t or won’t say properly like he says outside, all done, show, car, go and shoe, for example. He isn’t delayed. He’s just different.
And then there are the shared words that they must have come up with during a group meeting, like how they all used to call a button a “bup.”
As for where Toby excels past his sisters – those girls have nothing on his sweet dance moves or his beat boxing. He has rhythm in his soul, and while I have to own up to Toby’s clumsiness, his rhythm obviously doesn’t come from the same place as balance, so I’ll hand that credit to his musical daddy.
They’re all so close in size, development and interests, but they’re also completely and totally different. I hope everyone in their lives, me included, remembers that.
The result of getting sick with 3 sick 3-year-olds on Black Friday & staying sick through "cyber week." Don't wanna.
First dermabond is a baby book milestone, right? Toby is a tough guy. Minimal tears!
I'm starting book 67 of 2013, a book recommended by NPR. (I'm short on my 75-book goal. I don't count rereads toward my annual total, but for quantity's sake, I just might break my rule. Cheating? Maybe.)
They get first dibs. #triplets
I had to return 2 library books & accidentally left with another #LibraryHaul to go with the one at home. Oops. Can we say, "addicted?" ❤️
First movie theater experience: check plus plus plus!
Tea, obviously. (I meandered into World Market on Black Friday & ended up being one of the first 100 shoppers. Free mug, huzzah!)
"Come sit on my lap, Buddy!" #triplets #BFF
Real life. My amazing juggling act falters when I'm called to cuddle my sick babies. 2/3 are on the mend, but they're flanking me while I hold the third in my lap. Spot the piles of clean laundry! The forgotten toys! The stalled ornament hanging! The tote
They're impressed with the tree lights. ✨
I found the big-kid ragamuffins wandering the Christmas tree lot, thought they'd look cute in a photo. #latergram #triplets
I might give him a hard time for his Monica Geller approach to life (rubber gloves & perfectly positioned chairs), but Rob does a great job rigging up these lights. I just wonder how creative his swears will be this year.
Jammies, juice, popcorn & movie. Welcome to our weekend. Not pictured: frequent coloring breaks, fevers, occasional vomit & countless boogie wipes.
Before I take my sick self to bed, I have to share the pretty custom necklace I ordered from @meganluvsjewels! Ruby for me, aquamarine for Rob, & citrine for ETC. Merry Christmas to meeeee! #smallbusinesssaturday #smallbizsaturday
They always play like this. #liesalllies #triplets
This magic moment #triplets
I first held Eleanor 3 years ago today. Maybe I shouldn't continue writing about things that happened 3 years ago, but ETC's birthday & #PrematurityAwarenessMonth always make November a month of reflection for me. And to be honest, I still feel the effect
As a kid who sucked her thumb entirely too long, I find Callista's bed-only thumb-sucking habit encouraging. That doesn't mean I don't feel the warm fuzzies when she sneaks in a fix in my view when tired or sick, like today. A mild cold, a sleepy day, a c