A weekend adventure...

A lot of people wonder how it is we manage to get out of the house for a family weekend outing. Well, yesterday we decided to take a trip to find the Hungarian meat store that was supposed to be somewhere in Palmdale. Why someone would migrate from the beautiful Hungarian countryside to the desert of southern California is beyond reason!

We started out the day with breakfast all around. If can remember that far back, I think a pear/apple mix was on the menu. As you can see, most everyone enjoyed it!

Then we ran into the logistical nightmare of getting everyone dressed and in their car seats. I don't think there has been one time that all three babies were happy about this at the same time. Today, Matthew was our "good baby." Check out this short video....

Then, of course, in order to get anywhere from Edwards AFB, you need to travel through no man's land first. Rosamond is the first city you come to when you exit the base gate (an actual 15 minute drive from the gate through a dry lake bed...boring!) Obviously, the people of Rosamond are proud of their city - hence the sign. But I ask you....how motivated would you be to settle here if this was the sign that welcomed you??

Finally, we found what we were looking for...Valley Hungarian! The people were nice and the kielbasa was tasty. They even had pierogies on the menu - for $.99 a piece!

Then it was back home for our afternoon nap. The kids didn't sleep very well. They had been out all day and were wound up from getting in and out of the car so many times. I've vowed never to leave the house again unless the trip is under an hour! Normally, they are happy babies when they wake, but as you can see, cranky was the rule of the day....

So, there it is in a nutshell. A snippet into our travels with a six year old and a set of triplets. Not always easy but ALWAYS an adventure!!

Have a great Sunday!

Love, Tracy

PS - Next Friday will be the mother of ALL adventures...the whole family flying for the first time to Cleveland. Stay tuned!

The big, the fat...the sleepy?

Yesterday marked 20 weeks since the triplets were born. I can't believe how time flies when you're...uh...having fun?? Just like on every four week "birthday," we take the kids to get weighed and measured. I was curious to see how they've grown since they started spoon feeding. As you can see from the pictures below, eating gets them sooo excited that they literally eat themselves into a stupor!

Olivia
13 lbs 3 oz and 24 1/3 in

Daniel

15 lbs 8 oz and 24 3/4 in

Matthew

14 lbs 13 oz and 26 1/2 in

The good news is that they've all nearly tripled their birth weights in a short 20 weeks. The bad news is that if they keep eating like they are now, we won't be able to afford the food bill each month and the commissary won't be able to keep food on their shelves!

Speaking of food, later on today, I'm going to try and add a section called "On the Menu." I'd like to share some of the crock pot and casserole recipes I've made over the last few months. It's amazing what you can do with that little gadget!!

A million thanks...

to my dear friend, Sara Autrey, for inspiring me with her fantastic Veteran's Day blog!! As you can tell, my page has come lightyears from where it was yesterday. I thought her "ticker" idea was especially ingenious....it saves me from having to count the days on the calendar until we go home for Thanksgiving. She's brillant, I tell you!! We miss you and Jeff terribly, and we cannot wait to meet Isak in person!

A million thanks also goes out to my mom and my mother-in-law, both coincidentally named Luba, for coming to California to help take care of me, Mykola and all the kids. These ladies have rotated in and out of our house since May 2008, and have done so without complaining or any hesitation. We are so fortunate to have you in our lives and thank you from the bottom of our hearts for everything you have done for us. God blessed us with wonderful mothers!

Happy Veteran's Day!

My husband makes me proud! Our son tries to emulate him which is a testament to how much he is admired. He serves his country first, without question or reservation. The family has adapted and has learned that in order to have freedom, sacrifice must come first. While some say they could never live the "military lifestyle," we love it and are honored to be a very small part of the United States Air Force.

On this Veteran's Day, I would like to thank everyone who serves or has ever served in our armed forces! Retirees, active duty, officer, enlisted, spouse or DOD civilian - you should be honored EVERY day for your continued sacrifice. A special thanks goes out to my husband, my dad, Uncle Ollie, Uncle Orest, "Uncle" Rich, my sister-in-law, Tabitha (yes, the Coast Guard counts!!) and all of our Air Force friends for their time in service. I am proud to know you and forever grateful that you put service before self so that my children and I can live freely!

God bless you and the United States of America!

Rolling around...

Everyone says that having multiples is not really a big deal until they start getting mobile. Well, my friends, this week marked the beginning of the end!! Both Olivia and Matthew have started to roll from their backs to their tummies, neither of them realizing they don't know how to get back to where they started!!

Here are some clips of their very first attempts at rolling over. Enjoy!

PS - Sorry for the end of Matthew's video...tato (aka "dad") forgot the camera was still on when he walked away!

Daniel the Fat!

The reason I started this blog is because I wanted to be able to share every part of our life with our family back home in Ohio. Being in the Air Force and living/traveling all over the world makes it nearly impossible for our family to be a part of our day-to-day activities. They are the ones who miss out on those special, once in a lifetime moments. While we can't have them here with us each day, I'm hoping this blog will help bridge the gap and make it easier for our parents to forgive us for taking their grandbabies so far away from home....

So, that said, brace yourself for Daniel's first belly laugh! He decided that it was funny for me to tell him, "No!" Enjoy!

The Trouble with Tracy....

My grandfather (or "dido" as we say in Ukrainian) used to say that there was "trouble with Tracy" everytime I used to cry as a child. From what my mother tells me, he used to come home from work everyday at lunch just to see me. He used to carry me up and down the driveway - my head in the palm of his hand, my legs dangling on either side of his elbow - rocking me back and forth to calm me down. He died when I was only eight months old, depriving me of the chance to meet the man who so aptly and wisely described my future!

Now, there is always something crazy going on in my life. I am married to Mykola, an officer in the Air Force, and we have four children. Nicholas is six, and our triplets - Olivia, Daniel and Matthew - will be five months old this month. Needless to say, chaos is the rule of the day in our house. Even though we're getting grey hair WAY before most people our age, we wouldn't trade our life or our family for anything in the world. We're having too much fun!!

I hope you check in every once in a while to see what's been going on with the Rowdy Rozsas. In this crazy life, my dido was right....there's always Trouble with Tracy!!

Love, hugs and kisses...

Tracy and the gang