This Darn New Technology

Please excuse all the extra STUFF on the counter and focus on the bottle of Pepsi. I was putting groceries away and making dinner and helping my girl unpack from her trip. See the old school glass bottle.  My girl went on a church retreat this past weekend ALL. BY. HERSELF, meaning without her brothers.  I think this is the first time they have been away from each other for that long.  Not that they don't have their own friends and do different things, but they do often run in the same social circles.  The three went away to camp for a week a couple of summers ago, so being away from home is not new, but I feel better when they are away AND together.  Safety in numbers.

When you have triplets, you have to find a balance between fairness and sharing and equality and fostering their independence.  Like all siblings, you have to share mom and dad, but multiples also have to share birthdays and toys and clothes and classrooms and friends. Youth group and retreats are shared usually, but the boys opted to stay home since they didn't want to miss b-ball.  Hoops is their life.  But in sharing many of these things, as a mom, finds me security because I know they look out for one another too.

During their school years so far, we have done many combos - all in the same class, separate classes, and homeschooling.  They have risen to each occasion and done well in all scenarios.  For my say in it, I do like having them together.  Even if they don't interact, they have one another's back.  Last year, my girl faced some verbal bullying by two older girls. Two girls with potty mouths.  The majority was on the afternoon school bus.  She tried to ignore them and did for a long time, but they got a little bolder and her brothers took matters into their own hands and eventually they backed off.  I found out about this later.  There have been other events where they stood up for one another.  Even in preschool and kindergarten when they were very little, teachers told me they each did their own thing, had their own friends, yet watched out for one another.  They knew where the other was.  They would look around and search out their sib, then go back to whatever they were up too. 

Back to the Pepsi.  My girl picked this little treat up on her way home when they made a pit stop.  It's from Mexico.  All in Spanish, and I was told, high in sugar.  The kids were absolutely fascinated with this glass bottle.  She graciously offered to share with her brothers. They were thrilled. 

I sat back and watched my poor deprived modern children attempt to get the bottle open.

First they tried to twist it.  Uh, no - didn't twist. Hmmmm

I told them they needed a bottle opener.  Mike told them they needed a CHURCHKEY.  Huh.

I fished around the recesses of the miscellaneous drawer and handed them a bottle opener.

Then I sat back and watched.  It was pretty funny.



They even worked together, but to no avail.  After Mike and I stopped laughing, I popped the cap.

Next week I'm getting them a rotary phone.