In October, Bob's parents departed Jacksonville to go stay with his sister for a while, and for the first time, the boys and I learned what it was like to be just us chickens at home. Bob broke us in easy with a short five day trip, then he was home for a week. The following week, he left for an eleven day trip. I've never run a marathon, but I'm pretty sure that eleven days on your own with triplets is a similar test of endurance.
For a while, I had the Lion King disc in the bedroom, and we spent quality time watching it. The boys love to sing along with the songs. Michael likes to sing Hakuna Matata, James is all about the Circle of Life, and Ryan does a great rendition of the opening Swahili chant.
The boys and I did really well. We did all kinds of fun and interesting things and even survived a bout of illness thanks to the kindly efforts of Bob's friend Cliff and a bottle of nyquil. At the end of the trip, I'm not sure who was more excited Bob or the kids and I.