I stand mistaken (see my previous blog). Prarie Dawn is not dead after all. She was the star of today's episode. We can all sleep a little easier tonight.
Yesterday I was out running with my triple jogger, and a woman walking in the opposite direction shouted "Hey! Those quadruplets??" (I am quite serious.) After checking my stroller to make sure I hadn't picked up an extra kid along the way (which actually would have explained why I felt like I had been running for 3 hours instead of 30 minutes), I shouted to her Yes! Meet my three quads!
OK, so I didn't actually tell her yes, though I wish I had -- she looked so disappointed when I told her they were just triplets. That lady's probably related to the people who ask me if the boys "are identical or paternal" (happens more often than you would think) and to the folks who have asked me if the boys "are natural." (I love that question. I really don't mind the noseys asking if fertility treatments were involved. But ARE they natural? Come on... do they look like artificial children to you?
