Triplet Diaries

Secret language

Mariann — Wed, 23 Mar 2011 18:09:50 +0000

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?

What if you were expecting triplets?

Kari — Sun, 20 Mar 2011 11:02:32 +0000

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.

We pause this blog for a moment…

All 3 — Fri, 21 Jan 2011 21:00:43 +0000

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.

The scars, the mole and the…

Mariann — Wed, 27 Oct 2010 20:24:11 +0000

"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.

ConSISTERant interruption

Kari — Mon, 25 Oct 2010 21:21:21 +0000

“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.

Take one for the team

Trude — Sun, 24 Oct 2010 16:32:29 +0000

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?"

Christmas out of the starting blocks

Kari — Mon, 18 Oct 2010 21:20:23 +0000

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?

Me, myself and I

Kari & Trude — Fri, 15 Oct 2010 20:17:29 +0000

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.

Smile at the stranger… or maybe not?

Mariann — Thu, 14 Oct 2010 19:43:07 +0000

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 ...

The Three Little Girls

Kari & Trude — Wed, 13 Oct 2010 20:25:49 +0000

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.