Sophia - In Her Oatmeal Couture
The hardest part is keeping them all entertained during playtime and dealing with what seems to be jealousy issues. The poor kiddos are starting to notice if I'm holding one of their sibs and not them. This leads to crying - which makes you want to jump to the rescue. But then, you are just reinforcing that crying equals attention and that's not something I want to have stuck in their heads. So for now, I'm trying to put everyone in different stations and then grab each of them on the sly, taking them out of sight of the others for one on one time so as to cut down on the jealous tears. Pretty soon they'll catch on that I'm still in the house somewhere and start to cry to find me, I'm sure.
Finn - Not Much Into Eating With A Spoon
Getting out of the house with just me and the babies is almost impossible. I can't go to the store with them, simply due to logistics. I was trying to think about it the other day. If I were to get the massive round-about quad stroller so I could get them around the store - how in the world would I get them safely to and from the car? It takes half a dozen minutes of fumbling around with those darn car seat belts just to get them out of there - which is fine for baby number one who would be waiting patiently in the massive stroller. But by the time you get baby number two out of the car, baby number one may have been kidnapped or worse yet, hit by passing driver who was busy on their cell phone and filing their receipt in their purse. The scenario has passed through my mind too many times - it just seems unattainable. I did figure out how to take all four of them on a walk so we can at least get some fresh air. We bought these stroller connectors for our umbrella strollers. I have 3 strollers connected and then I carry one baby in the Baby Bjorn. It's pretty nifty. I still have some logistic problems. The stroller is so wide it won't wheel up close to our door so I angle it facing our front walk. I then line all of the babies up on the carpet just inside the front door. Next, it's a mad relay race to get the babies loaded and pray that nothing happens to them while I'm racing back to get the next one. A mother's mind never stops worrying, right?