You know what the best thing about having triplets is? Watching three kids who share the same parents, the same house, the same school, the same siblings and so many of the same experiences turn out so differently. And I’m telling you one thing, y’all — this will probably go down as one of my favorite summers of all times because their differences, which have always been prominent, are becoming more apparent than ever before.
But not only are their differences more apparent than ever before, they’re also on display more often than ever before. In fact, if you keep your eyes open, you can spot them in just about any activity imaginable. And the other day, I documented one such difference-riddled activity with my super fancy and kinda dorky digital SLR camera.
(Side note, real quick, and a totally random one at that: my sister — who just started a blog — has the shittiest camera you’ve ever seen in your life. It’s like eight years old or something like that and as if that wasn’t bad enough, she — quite literally — has pictures on it from 2006. And I’m pretty sure makes her a digital hoarder. You know, they should totally start a digital hoarding show so she could be the first person on it. We’d stage this big-ass intervention and I’d totally take charge and be like “Graham, sweet girl, you. Two things: First, your camera sucks. And second, it sucks because it’s SO outdated as evidenced by the fact that you’ve still got some of my baby pictures on it. But it’s cool We’re here to help.”)
Wow. Sorry about that. Where was I, again? Oh, yes, that’s right. The activity I documented the other day. It was a little diving-board session at the pool at our house. And I was so taken how by how you could see their different personalities shining through the same activity from the photos which I’d downloaded to my computer. (Did you hear that Graham? Even on super old cameras like yours, there’s this function that lets you move the pictures you’ve taken with your camera to your computer’s hard drive. Then there’s always Flickr, but we’ll cover that a bit later. Like maybe when you get back from your digital hoarding detox place or whatever.)
Back to my post, though. Take Sam, for example. He’s such a bouncy, little monster complete with a fiery little temper. Always making sudden movements and funny noises to accompany those movements. Check him out on the board. First, consider his flamboyant outfit. Note, too, the tongue-wagging bit. Just like a funny little monster.
Notice how he flies through the air with wild abandon, haphazardly, even — his hands above his head as if intending to fright while giving chse, his drawstring flapping to the side.
Even funny monsters have to gather themselves, and Sammy does just that as his drawstrings strike yet another pose.
And upon entry, he’s still our lovable monster what with his funny face and outstretched hands, the drawstrings still the perfect metaphor for the wild abondon with which Sammy’s executed his maneuver.
Then there’s Jack who couldn’t be more different from his brother if he tried. He’s shy and sweet. Inside his head a bit. (Sound familiar? Hello?) More cautious and calculated than most. Very cerebral.
A face that registers not with wild abandon, but rather with equal parts excitement and fear — almost like he’s on a roller coaster as opposed to a diving board.
Wondering when, exactly, the splash will come. Unable to look outward, but instead inwardly focused.
The focus he keeps throughout.
Then there’s Kirby, our little peanut. So precocious. So charming. And every bit as much about the preamble as she is the bramble.
Always so funny, but not quite like our monster, because unlike him, this one knows all to well we find her amusing.
Yet through it all, always the itty-bitty lady, y’all. Ever so delicate. And so pretty. Just like her mama.
And even when her eyes are closed? She knows damn well about the splash she’s made.
And that’s the way I’ve been spending this summer, y’all. With eyes wide open. Soaking up the differences in these three. Embracing the pint-sized individuals who continue to evolve before my very eyes.
Funny how three kids with so much in common could not only wind up so different, but also display those differences through any number of mundane activities.
That’s the best part of having triplets, you know. Witnessing all that.