I headed out last night to see Daniel's last baseball game of the season. It started at 7, so it was too late to bring the boys with me. As I was leaving the house, I heard some screaming. Colin and Ciaran were both standing in the giant bay window, hysterically crying and yelling, "No, Mommy, no—leave!" You would have thought I was leaving them to be tortured. Good God, they were going nuts. Luckily I called Frank, and they settled down pretty quickly after I left. The last thing I saw was Frank scoop them both up and walk away with two screaming kids. I was curious to see how the night would turn out. If I'm not home, will they still say, "Mommy, do it"? Or will it be forgotten because I'm out of the equation? I'm hoping it will be forgotten and it's only something they will do when I am home. Well, they all went to sleep with Frank. No "Mommy, do it"—apparently Daddy can do it! All was quiet on the homefront until 6:45 a.m. That's a good thing in this house.

Here's a funny one for you. I was getting dressed to take the kids to the mall play area before dinner. I was talking to the boys and said, "Okay, Mommy's just going to throw on her jeans and we'll go." To that, Ciaran turned around and said, "No, jeans, Mommy, no jeans." I said, "Well, I have to wear something." He grabbed a red-and-blue sundress I had worn on Sunday and said, "Mommy, you wear a dress, not jeans!" Lord only knows what was going on in his head. But he didn't want me in jeans, that's for sure! We continue to make progress in our speech. Each day the boys are talking more and more. Sometimes I have no clue what the heck they are saying, but it gets clearer and clearer as each day passes. Cormac continues to progress beautifully. He's so funny now. He is so much more of a loner than his brothers. He loves to play with them, but sometimes just needs to do his own thing. He is also starting to catch on that he can blame another brother for his not-so-kind acts. This all started with Colin. No matter what happened, Colin would say, "ree ree did it." He was so quick to blame.

Okay, so this is a popular statement in our house lately, especially over the last few days. Ciaran is really the one who says it the most, but it is spilling over to the other two. The problem? Well, they won't let "Daddy do it" if they want "Mommy do it." That means put their blanket on them at night, get them their milk, feed them their food, change their d I guess I should just let Frank do whatever it is they want me to do, and we do that a lot, especially when it comes to changing diapers. They usually settle down after a minute or so. But I guess this comes with the territory of being a stay-at-home mom. I do everything. We don't really ever leave them with a sitter other than my mom or Maggie, and that's rare. Let me say, it's mostly Ciaran. Cormac rarely does this, and Colin only occasionally.

Our weekend was exciting. I took the boys to Maggie's on Friday. We played in the baby pool and hung out. We went to the boardwalk in Point Pleasant and met up with my cousins and their kids. It was the most beautiful night. The boys got pinwheels and loved them. I went to bed about 12:30 a.m., and my little Cormac woke up at 1:00 a.m. and decided to stay up until 4:00 a.m. This was so unusual for him, or for any of them for that matter. I guess he got some quality alone time with Mommy. Finally I went to sleep about 4:30 a.m., and Ciaran was awake by 6:30 a.m. I think that means I slept two hours.

We headed home and went to Richie's surprise 60th birthday party. Lots of fun. The boys ran wild in the yard from 5:00 until 8:00 p.m. I was thinking I would get a really good night's sleep and catch up from the triplets getting a hold of glitter and then spilling bubbles all over. While I wasn't too thrilled with the glitter, it was partly my fault — I left them alone in their room for a second to get something. I didn't know they could open the container with the craft things in it. I do now! When I left the room to get the vacuum to clean up the glitter, Cormac managed to open a bottle of bubbles. He unscrewed the cap; it was new, so there was a seal on it — he opened the seal too, all in a few seconds. Anyway, once they spilled the bubbles it was just hilarious because they couldn't stand on the hardwood floors. They were laughing hysterically. And what did I do — freak out and start yelling? No, I grabbed the camera and took a video of the chaos. I did tell them they weren't allowed to do it again, but look how much fun they were having. I'll be finding glitter, I'm sure, for the next two years! That stuff never goes away. It's stuck all over their bodies. No matter how much you vacuum, it will never go away.