My name is Anna.

Hi, my name is Anna. I was born with spina bifida so I have to go to see the doctor a lot. I have an older sister Allie and a younger sister Emily. There is only a minute age difference between each of us because we are triplets. In one of the Arthur books that mommy and daddy read to me they say "triple trouble". I don't know what that means, but I like Arthur.




Mommy and daddy took me to the pee pee doctor today but I didn't cry because I know mommy & daddy don't like to see me cry. The lady at the doctor's office blew bubbles all over the room and she let me blow bubbles too! It was fun! The room was kinda scary because there was a whole bunch of people that were doing funny things to me but mommy held my hand the whole time so I wouldn't cry. And I got to watch a Dora video at the pee pee doctor too. I like watching Caliou and Elmo, but Dora is okay. And then we went to see the other doctor and we had to wait a LONG time but I was a good girl. I read books and played with the other kids who were at the pee pee doctor. And I ate a whole banana. I like bananas. I like ice cream and pizza too but I didn't have ice cream at the doctor's today. Maybe next time.


Mommy had to work after the doctor so daddy and me drove mommy to work and then I fell asleep in my big girl car seat. I was so tired. It was a busy day. I really didn't want to go to the doctor today but I knew mommy and daddy would be mad if I didn't go. Allie and Emily gave me kisses this morning before I left for the doctor so I wouldn't cry. I love my sisters. They got to play outside today when I was at the doctor. That's okay. Next time I'll play with my sisters on the swings.


I like to get tucked in at night and I like when grammy, mommy or daddy read me a story. I'm tired. Mommy and daddy told me to stay in my big girl bed until morning time. I like my big girl bed. I like playing with beads too. Maybe in the morning I can have Cinnamon Toast Crunch for breakfast.


I think mommy & daddy worry about me so I try to be brave for them. I love mommy. I love daddy. I'm getting tired now, though so I better go nighty-night. Good night. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite.

You really wear me out.

After a long week of being forced to sleep on the edge of my bed because of my daughters, this weekend was even more draining.

Saturday was an awesome day with the girls doing everything from errands in the moring to putting together their new swingset in the afternoon.

Sunday was spent at The Big Apple Circus, follwed by an awesome dinner at The Cheesecake Factory (and I must say my girls were extremely well behaved at both).

As Olivia's mom says to Olivia:"... (girls) you wear me out....!" To bed I go.

Normalcy.

Thought for the day: Will we ever be a NORMAL family? Sarah and I were recently discussing plans for our first overnight as a family and Sarah (in reference to the logistics of traveling with 3 y/o triplets) made a comment something like "when we are a normal family...".

We are taking the taking the girls to The Big Apple Circus this weekend - something normal families do, right? We shall see how normal the day at the circus turns out. The girls get so much attention in public that sometimes I feel like we are the circus. It will be interesting to see how much time the crowd spends watching the show they paid for, rather than watching our show - three crazy, yet adorable, girls!

The Marathon.

I write this post several hours after the official start of the 114th running of The Boston Marathon and, from an office window, I see runners continue to cross the finish line. Having completed Boston twice and having lived in Boston my entire life, I definitely connect with Marathon Monday. Before prize money was introduced to the Boston Marathon and before running became "the thing to do", my parents used to take us over to Boston College to watch the lead runners cruise by. I've also survived the necessary (and not-so-fun) winter training which precludes race day. So I have some personal experience attached to the feeling of having the coveted Boston Marathon medal placed around your neck.

The Boston Marathon gets in your blood. Every year on Patriot's Day, no matter what is going on in my life, my mind and heart always goes to the marathon. Three years ago today I watched the marathon while sitting in a hospital room with Sarah (and her parents) waiting to take Emily and Alicenne home for the first time. At the same time, runners were crossing the finish line less than two miles from us. (Note: Sarah's c-section was originally scheduled for the day of the marathon!)

So...who knows when I’ll get another picture of me “trudging” along a 26.2 mile course.

Running a marathon is one thing. Making the time to train for a marathon is another. I told Sarah last night that maybe for my 50th birthday I’ll run a marathon again. Then I’ll have time. I’ll be done with graduate school and the girls will be in elementary school so they can cheer me on. Sarah told me that I could run one now. “Ten minute miles, hon. - you could do it.” Hmmmm.