Posted by Mariann.
Mar
23
Posted by Mariann.
I’ve always been fascinated by the fact that we had our very own secret language growing up. Just for the three of us. This ended abruptly when our 2 year older brother simply stated that we should stop talking nonsense. Or so the family story goes. Now I wonder, is there any truth to this phenomena referred to as twin talk, idioglossia or cryptophasia?
Mar
20
Posted by Kari.
I love my triplet sisters, but if I were on the other side of things, I would cry. Bawl my eyes out, just like Jeremy and his wife did. Jeremy, soon to be father of triplets, found me on twitter, and asked if he could ask me a few questions. This is therefore my lengthiest blog post yet – with all the questions you could have been asking if it was you that were expecting triplets.
Jan
21
Posted by All 3.
Hi to everyone who comes by this blog,
As you may have seen, our most recent post was in end-October. Writing posts for this blog is fun, but we simply want to pause for a while. If you are a triplet, have triplets in your family or are simply curious, please feel free to email us whatever questions you may have that you think we may be able to answer.
Oct
27
Posted by Mariann.
“Nothing, so you must be Mariann”.
Maybe not the most uplifting comment? I faced this comment on a regular basis when I was child and ran into a relative, a neighbour, a teacher or some other adult.
Oct
25
Posted by Kari.
“When I was in Oslo, two people stopped me on the street. They were both asking…”. Mariann interrupts me: “I know.” Trude nods. “I need to talk to him,” Trude says. “I’m a bit concerned with this, so that would be the best thing to do.” Mariann speaks suddenly: “I can’t decide this right now. But skiing seems to be the coolest. Or maybe snowboarding.”
Confused? The conversation above makes perfect sense. Three separate stories told in parallel matched by quick interruptions if the story is already known.
Oct
24
Posted by Trude.
Being an identical triplet has its finer moments. One particularly welcome genetic trait is that our taste buds invariably agree. Oh yes. Imagine what a time saver it is. Imagine the pure ingeniousness of it as a child. Personal tasters. Roll the words around in your mouth. We’re talking rotating shifts. There is no need for all three to contaminate tongues.
“Do we like that?”
Oct
18
Posted by Kari.
We wrap Christmas presents to create mystery. We all know the feeling of anticipation and surprise, the eagerness of freeing the present of its wrapping. But now imagine having to compete for that feeling. That you, one Christmas Eve, opened five presents in a row, and each time someone shouted across the room what was inside each and every present before you had had a chance to open it. Seems annoying, right?
Oct
15
Posted by Kari & Trude.
Perhaps the windows were smudged. Probably tiny hand marks all over. Quite possibly it was slightly foggy outside. At least a bit misty. Or a combination of the above. And contact lenses were indeed introduced too late in life.
Oct
14
Posted by Mariann.
I’d like to dedicate this story to Kari’s friendly advice. Unfortunately… I can’t. This happened when we were still in high school.
I was on the ferry going home after visiting family on one of the islands off the Norwegian west coast. The ferry made several stops, and at one point a group of girls made their way to the exit. They all greeted me as they passed, smiling and nodding, seemingly very enthusiastic to see me.
I didn’t know them, I had never even seen them …
Oct
13
Posted by Kari & Trude.
Once upon a time there were three sisters. They all had childhood memories. But they simply could not agree which one the different incidents had happened to.
Oct
13
Posted by Trude.
When asked about the privilege of raising three girls at once, three girls who were supposed to come as the third child in a family of already four persons, Dad will inevitably grab for the ‘selective memory’ card.
But, the privilege of experiencing a triple onset of measles, or puberty for that sake, can easily be compensated by episodes such as the following – in the words of Dad:
Oct
12
Posted by Kari.
Women’s toilets, Faculty of Social Sciences, University of Oslo, 2003. A girl from my programme walked in. I smiled, said hi. She didn’t respond, just looked at me.
I turned off the water tap, turned to walk out. But, then in a careful tone of voice: “Do you have any sisters at this faculty?”
Oct
11
Posted by Trude.
True to their ABC in parenting triplets, Mum and Dad decided not to share with us the order of which we were delivered. Such sensitive information would, they reasoned, upset the delicate balance of sameness and set the stage for an age hierarchy. Bliss was therefore upon us until the meagre age of five. Then all hell broke loose.
Oct
11
Posted by Kari.
Being an identical triplet is no picnic. I was born on 16 May 1982. Our Mum was expecting twins.
Shamelessly, I have stolen this introduction. In the original version, the date is however 25 March 1955 and the identical triplet is Irene. While Irene’s story includes a violent sister, vicious nuns and growing up without an affectionate mother, with some tweaks, her story (in bold below) is also my story.
Oct
11
Posted by Trude.
“Would you feel it if one of your sisters get hurt or feel pain?”