Late

Those of you who know me know that I am always late. I think I'm 5 to 15 minutes late but my family says it's more like 15 to 30. I think they exaggerate. Dad says I'll be late to my own funeral, I think he's right. You see, I have a problem. I'll have 10 minutes before I have to leave and, since I hate to waste time, I'll start a 15 minute project thinking that if I just hurry I can still be on time. Well, it never works out that way and I show up late to everything. At least now that I have the kids, people think I'm late because I have four 6 year olds, not because I have poor time management. If I don't correct them, they think that I must be an amazing mother who has her hands full with four first graders yet stil manages to only be 5 minutes late to school. Truth is, I was late before they were born. Now I just have something to blame it on.
The reason for telling you this is that I'm late posting some updates so you may find me telling stories from a few weeks back. My blog won't exactly follow any chronological order but I'll try to keep it comprehendable.
So, in the spirit of being late, I'll now post Halloween pictures.
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Above picture is Mason as Dale Earnhardt Jr. and Carson as Jimmy Johnson

The picture below is Jaxon as the cutest Batman ever and Amanda as a pink Unicorn




I found myself a little sad that they didn't want to dress up in themed costumes this year. It seems that they've all gone and got opinions while I wasn't looking. Oh well, maybe when they are older and can appreciate the whole quadruplet thing they will go back to dressing in a theme.
I thought Three Blind Mice would be a scream!

Binkys Bottles and Butts, Oh My!

I returned Sunday night from a trip to visit Mike, Amber, and their four precious infants. I spent two glorious days holding babies, getting spit up and peed on, washing bottles, replacing lost binkys into crying little mouths, and sleeping for an hour at a time.
What a wonderful way to spend a weekend.
It brought back so many great memories of doing the same for my own little babies... But that was yesterday. Today, my babies don't need the kind of help that Amber's babies do. I realize that as time goes on they will need me even less. I hope they never outgrow the need to sit on my lap and get hugs.
I realized that Jeff and I can really pat ourselves on the back for surviving that first year. I had forgotten how intensely tiring and fulfilling it had been. Thank God I get the priveledge of helping (to a very small extent) a friend get through her first year. I wish I could do more, but distance has me at a disadvantage.
Thank you Mike and Amber for sharing your babies with me.