Lovely to meet you

Hello, I'm Ruby Finn, aka Turkey or Pork Chop, and I weigh over 9 pounds. After a good meal, I think I weigh about 26 pounds. All 3 of my chins are equally beautiful and luscious. I am extremely cute and charming, and can blow out a diaper like nobody's business.



Hi, I'm Lily Kate, aka Diddy or Lilypie, and I weigh just over 7 pounds. If you don't pick me up immediately, I will bellow and burst your eardrums without a moment's hesitation. But then I will give a big gummy grin, and you will forgive me instantly.

My pretties turned two months old last week, and to celebrate, I took them to the Health Clinic to have three giant painful needles thrust into their soft, sensitive little legs. HAPPY BIRTHDAY LADIES!!!! Holding your precious babies down as they look at you in shock while stranger stabs them is never a picnic. GAH. The girls screamed at the nurse, and I think they were saying, " WAAAAHHHHH!!! OUCH, YOU NASTY TROLL! YOU HAVE COOTIES, AND YOU'RE NOT INVITED TO OUR BIRTHDAY PARTY!!! WAAAAHHHHHH!"

We dream of a world without needles...

The Young Photographer

These were all taken by Miss Piper Lola...

Every girl goes through a photography phase, taking dumb pictures of her feet- Lost in Translation


my buddy


my show


self portrait


Proper photographer attire? A pink fur coat and birthday hat, of course.

Reach out and touch someone else

We've ventured out into the big bad world with Ruby & Lily several times now, and GOOD GOD, I'd totally underestimated the amount of attention that twins get!!! It's like walking a 3 headed goat, with gasps and double takes. It's like trying to take a new puppy for a walk, but more frustrating, and it takes twice as long. I'm living my life in 2.5 hour increments right now, in between feedings, and I've got stuff to do! After a while, we actually had to walk quickly with our heads down, avoiding eye contact, in order to move more than 3 inches an hour. I can completely understand wanting to sneak a peak at twins, as I am baby crazy myself, and always have been, but WHAT IS WRONG WITH SOME PEOPLE????? There are humans out there who try to put their dirty, unwashed, germy stranger hands on the girls' faces and hands- without even asking us! Hey, the twins are premature, as are their immune systems, so please don't wake them up by COUGHING IN THEIR FACES, mall stranger! Awesome! Now let's go over to your house, and eat clumps of hair out of your shower drain! And roll around in your kitty litter! I may sound paranoid and anal, but if you've ever had 3 children with raging colds, you may be giving me an "Amen" right now. I'd never touch a stranger without their permission, whether they were pregnant, a baby, or covered in hot fudge. So keep your grimy paws off my family, hmm'kay?

Here are some of the most common stranger comments, and the responses that I imagine giving them:

WOW! You've got your hands full! (spoken disdainfully, with an overall tone of pity)

IMAGINED RESPONSE: Better full than empty!
Actual response: Yup! (smile)

Are they twins?

ROBB'S IMAGINED RESPONSE: No, they have two different mothers.
Actual response: Yup! (smile)

Are they girls or boys?

IMAGINED RESPONSE: They are transvestite boys, that's why we have them dressed in pink, with ribbons and bows.
Actual response: Girls. (smile)

Are they natural?

IMAGINED RESPONSE: No, they are made of silicone.
Actual response: Yup. (smile)

THREE GIRLS??!!!! OH MY GOD!! Better you than me!!!! Poor you!!!

IMAGINED RESPONSE: Three swift punches in the face.
Actual response: (smile)


Whew! That felt good! Thanks for letting get all my bitchies out, I feel refreshed, and ready to face the world again. I really do love showing off my girls, and most people are lovely. But beware of the crazies, because they all seem to hang out at the mall.

The big one trying to eat the little one


Sisters


Piper using my breast pump

Things that are Good

Sisters


Cuddling


Nutella


Grandparents


Sleeping Babies


And dancing.

D-day

There are lots of people out there prophesying that today will be the last day of all days- Armageddon. But more exciting than that, it's my 35th birthday - whoop de doo da day Go Shorty! I am now careening towards forty with frightening momentum. But I'm pretty happy with how my life has gone for the past decade, and I am very proud of the beautiful legacy of three daughters that Robb and I will leave behind.

I know that I am a decent parent, because I have taught Piper the art of sharing. Just today, I watched her pick a giant booger out of her nose, walk over to me, and try to put in into my nose. Isn't that heartwarming? There is no greater love...

Ruby & Lily are magnificent- they've each gained over 2 lbs, and are going through another growth spurt right now. Last night, they nursed from midnight until 5am, almost straight, and with vigor. I felt like one of those gazelles on Animal Planet being attacked by a pack of cheetahs. Very cute, pink, bald cheetahs with footie pajamas.

My birthday weekend was so much fun! And I got lots of awesome gifts too. Robb gave me a gorgeous ring with all 3 girls' birthstones on it, and he and my inlaws surprised me by flying in my sister Cori from Halifax for the weekend, whom I haven't seen for almost 5 years. I was at my birthday party at our bar on Friday night, and Cori walked up and tapped me on the shoulder. It was overwhelming, and so wonderful to spend time with her again, and to have my whole family in one place. My mom is still here visiting from Florida, but she leaves on Wednesday, and I will miss her so much. She's spoiled us all rotten for the past 3 weeks, with her cooking, cleaning and babysitting- we will be a total hungry, dirty, homebound mess when she leaves.

Off to feed the cheetahs again...