Babies' Room Sneak Peek

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I never understood those people who find out the sex of their baby before the baby is actually here. My dad always told me there's no other surprise as huge as waiting until that moment when your tiny baby is born and hearing, "It's a girl!" (Or, in my parents' case, when their rather-large baby was born; I weighed in at more than 9 lbs.)

Aside from gender, though, I really never understood parents-to-be needing to name said baby before its arrival. My mom and stepdaddy spent days after my brother's birth - yes, days - discussing his name before they finally made a decision.

Those people made no sense to me. And then the husband and I became those people.

I mean, how in the world are you supposed to buy stuff for triplets without knowing if they're boys or girls - or if you've got a mix of each? How do you decorate a room for three and stick with gender-neutral tones when you aren't a fan of yellow? Sorry. I just can't do yellow.

We had to find out.

Meatless Monday: Eggplant "Sandwiches"

I like to think Eggplant "Sandwiches" are good for growing babies.

I almost ate an entire eggplant one day last week. You see, I let the husband eat four slices. So I can say I didn't eat the whole thing myself.

But let's be honest here: I could have.

Super Easy Blackberry Cobbler

Blackberry Crumble

We just survived the hottest weekend on record for East Tennessee. I know plenty of people see 100+ temperatures on a regular basis. But we aren't those people. And I'm willing to best most of those people aren't carrying triplets.


Then again, maybe some of them are. (That's one of the things I like most about carrying multiples. Everywhere we go, the husband and I are walking around with our very own secret. Seeing the look on someone's face when they say "baby" and I correct them with "babies" never gets old.)


We had one night early last week where it was only 85 degrees, so I made the husband a little treat. He'd bought blackberries at the grocery store and told me he wanted a cobbler. I'd never made one before, but how hard could it be?