Â Going in different directions. Two of them (not always the same pair) would get disoriented and head back to the previous house. It was hilarious.Â MeghanÂ was on a mission to get candy. It was the twins first time and they were taking it all in on their ownÂ terms. Â John would give his warrior cry of success (oh, my gosh was that loud), holding his bag highÂ with pride at each victory. EACH victory, and that went on for two hours. He also would run from house to house and would trip himself up, falling to the ground. I told him we won’t go home early as long as it was only one per house, please. He was a good listener that night. He only did fall once per house.
Let’s just say yesterday evening lasted longer than expected. I was looking forward to coming home and feeding my face the minute I walked through the door. “They” were waiting for me on the front porch. They as in my four little kids. “We still have to go to the car wash, Daddy.” I grabbed one of them and rushed over to the car wash. I thought maybe get a pop for John, my passenger, make it a nice little outing for him. I forgot that 32 ounces is a lot of pop for a 4 year old. He reminded me later that night around 12:30. He was visit number 3 of 5 through the night (I don’t count the final early wake-up as a visit, more like an invitation to get my butt downstairs and turn on cartoons). After fresh sheets and pajamas, it was back to bed, again. But, before I left, I looked back at my little man, to make sure all was right. He was snuggled nicely, cozy, it melted my heart. Â Man, I’m tired.
This morning, Liam, the youngest of the twins and of all, was brushing his teeth with me. It was fun watching him stare into the mirror. He would brush when I brushed, he would spit when I spit, but when he rinsed his toothbrush he would always place it above mine. How icky is that? Smart boy.
My four year old, John, loves bubble gum and I found out so do the the two year old twins. John will chew 3 maybe 5 pieces at a time if you let him know where the pack of gum is.He will also keep givingÂ gum to the twins. Why?Â ”Becuz day eet dem, dad.”Â I came home for lunch one day and no one one greeted me when I came in. I figured Molly must be upstairs putting the kids down to nap. But, I could faintly hear something in the living room.Â I glanced in but nothing. I started to walk away and then I heard a shuffling. OH! They must be hiding from me. I make my way to the couch and I still see nothing. I go ALL the way around the corner of the couch and, wow, did John jump! Spooked the heck out of him. We couldn’t stop laughing and when he opened his mouth I saw gobs of gum (plus a lot of drool). He must of saw the expression on my face change because he quickly grabbed the gob out of his mouth and asked, “Want some?”
…in my bed. Molly, my wife, wasn’t one of them. SheÂ was working that night. I got up to use the bathroom and notice Meghan and Liam were sleeping on Molly’s side, Brennan was sleeping at the foot of the bed and John had sneaked in, took my spot and fallen asleep before I got back. My warm spot was taken andÂ no room left. But, there were 4 other beds with lots of room and no snoring. I guessed they just missed mom.
I still remember being 16 yearsÂ and going fishing for hours, 3 movies a week (not counting VCR rentals), high school sports, part-time jobs,Â Commodore 64 computer games, friends, parties,Â and still having all the time in the world…life wasÂ never this busy.Â I have a wonderfulÂ wife, four fab kids that are 6, 4, 2, 2.Â The last two being under two hours apart, pretty much the same age (I can’t wait for that argument when they get older). One girl and the rest boys. A dancer and the rest climbers. Indoors,Â a walker and the rest runners. One thoughtful and the rest daredevils. And you know what?Â We still love the idea of having more and with the experiences I have daily,Â I could never go back to that peaceful, easy, relaxingÂ life. No, never.Â Sounds painful. Sounds crazy. And it’s all happening right now.