Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Did it get easier

Now that the kids are older, some of the weirder questions I used to get asked have faded away (Did you breastfeed is one question that sticks out), the most common question I get from people is "Has it gotten easier?  I'm sure it's gotten easier."


Uh.  Well.  No.

It's gotten different.  Not easier.  Not harder  Different.  (Maybe just the tiniest bit harder).

When they were babies, the physical work was exhausting.  Feeding, burping, changing, rocking, bathing three infants is very physically demanding and time consuming.  But.  Three infants to don't whine about how they hate what you made for supper.  Three infants don't tell you that you put the wrong socks on them and they won't leave the house with the shoes you've picked out.  Three infants don't have the capability to play "kitties" with each other, which will inevitably escalate into "jaguars", which will end with someone slamming into a wall and blaming someone else for it.  I never had to say "Stop licking your brother" or "PLEASE put some underwear on" to infants.   

That's not to say that this age is all worse than the infant stage.  Now I can shove send them outside and watch them play on the swingset while I get dishes done.  Now, I can send them each to their corner with a book and tell them that mommy is going to take her own timeout and if I hear a PEEP from any of them while I'm in timeout there WILL NOT BE DESSERT AT DINNER.  They can pick out their own outfits, get themselves dressed, dish their own food and help with the meal prep.  Now I can ask them about their day and what they did.  They can help each other with their homework (all in the same class, so all the same homework.  AMAZING.)  They can tell me in real words what their favorite things were.  We can have conversations.  This latter part is super awesome and maybe one of my favorite things.  

So when I see other multiple moms out and about, I always want to walk up to them and yell "Hang in there!!  It gets easier!!" doesn't.  It just changes.  

But, isn't that the same for all moms?  

Monday, October 2, 2017


The last time I wrote a "regular post was close to the end of 2014.  Basically three years ago.  In that three years the Koobers have:

Celebrated a 3rd, 4th and 5th birthday
Mastered the art of negotiation
Finished a year of preschool
Learned to decode the words that the adults in our household spell (Brian - "Hey, do you want some i-c-e-c-r-e-a-m?"  Grace- "WHO IS HAVING ICE CREAM??)
Learned to assert themselves
Almost mastered the art of tying a shoe
Lost 12 single shoes
Become heavy enough that I can't hoist them up without them either 1. Them jumping up to assist me or 2. Groaning
Graduated from the wagon, the stroller, the carrier, or anything else that would speed our treck through busy areas.
Developed their own amazing personalities (They honestly couldn't be any more different.  We definitely have an oldest, a middle and a youngest.)

So,  there you go.  They are now five (AND A HALF, adds Addison) and are as stubborn and outspoken and silly and wonderful and loving and stubborn and inquisitive and stubborn as any other five (AND A HALF) year olds.  Consider yourself caught up :)

Thursday, September 14, 2017


There have been so many times in the past three years that I've thought "That would be such a great blog post" or "Man, I'd love to write about that."  Then I would log onto blogger, read through old posts, and think about all the memories that were logged through this site.  Through these posts.

I've missed it.  I want to come back.  I need to come back.  There are so many reasons I want this space, but yet, I can't put into words why exactly I want it.  All I know is that this space is important to me and I'm really feeling pulled back into it.  It's like your favorite sweater.  You can't put your finger on why it is your favorite, but there is just something so comforting about putting it on.  So loved and warm.

So, with that, I can tell you  that I'm going to be posting here again.  Our daily antics.  Amusing stories.  Funny pictures.  Life with three 5 year olds (who are now in KINDERGARTEN.  HOW DID THAT HAPPEN.) Random thoughts from a mom who doesn't have it all together.

Aaaahhhhhh.  It is just so good to be back here.

Thursday, January 1, 2015

"The last reason, and quite possibly the biggest reason, is that this is so incredibly public.  Yes, I know most of you readers personally.  BUT, I have had it happen before that complete strangers have walked up to me and said "Oh, I love reading your blog!  How are the kids?!"  To me, this is becoming unnerving..."

Remember that paragraph?  It was one of the final paragraphs in my *previous* final post on this blog.  I was posting about my lack of blogging, and explaining why I was becoming uneasy continue posts in this space.

You know what else is unnerving?  Having a complete stranger come to this space, steal my pictures and information, and pass it off as their own.

If you scroll down, you may notice that this page is missing something.  Quite a bit of something.  All of my previous posts something.  Don't worry, I didn't delete them all.  I still have them all saved on the backspace of this blog.  I can read them and revisit them anytime I would like to.  But....why aren't they here?  Because someone actually pulled a bunch of pictures from this blog and passed them off as their own.  Someone was claiming that they were expecting triplets....the same triplets that are currently snuggled in my bed watching IPTV on a lazy first day of 2015.  Someone had taken my profile picture and said that it was them.

I'm sad that this space will end this way, but I feel I need to give an explanation why "The Koobers" is no more.  Yes, it's unnerving that a complete stranger would approach me in a store to talk about my own children.  But it's even more unnerving that someone would steal photos and information and try to pass it off as themselves for their own gain. 

I'm on facebook, so if you still need a Koober fix you can friend me there.  But, I guess as far as this blog is concerned, this really is it.  Thanks for being a part of our story. Thanks for the prayers, the comments, the support, all of it.  We treasure it more than you could possibly know.