Welcome To Quadville

Last week. one of our close family friends commented on how her daughter said something to the effect of feeling inferior  (because it apparently appears that I’ve got it together 100% of the time).  I considered this a bit flattering, but don’t we all put our best foot forward for visitors?  If you invited guests over for dinner I’m sure you’d tidy up and serve your signature dish.  This is because you want to look and do your best in honor of your guests.  We do the same thing here, but not only for visitors to our home, but also for blog visitors.

As a one time deal, I figured I should pull the curtain down for a peek of what it can look like in Quadville.  If you strolled past our home at about 7 pm last night your ears would have been assaulted by Beethoven’s Symphony #1 (from a Baby Einstein DVD), a dog howling, two more dogs scuffling, babies demanding bottles, and George and I barking orders.  I darted around the house trying to juggle baths and bottles as George decided to clean out our toy closet and Courtney entertained babies.   There probably was a giant neon sign flashing “Welcome to Quadville” in our front yard as well.  We keep the babies on a tight schedule and that keeps things running relatively smoothly, but as the day shifts to evening everyone’s energy reserves deplete and good moods fade.  Between about 6 and 7 pm we are all a bit frazzled to say the least.

If you look closely you will see the stuff that is everywhere.  Muddy looking footprints adorn the quad table, dirty dishes litter the counter tops, and behind the counter toys fill the floor.

If you look closely you will notice stuff is everywhere. Muddy looking footprints and slobbery  sippy cups adorn the quad table, dirty dishes litter the counter tops, and behind the counter toys fill the floor.

My sister's puppy kept diving under our furniture chasing after her tennis ball.  She usually got stuck and howled for rescue.

My sister’s puppy kept diving under our furniture chasing after her tennis ball. She usually got stuck and howled for rescue.  She managed to get stuck here as the babies were wailing in unison and no one could help her.

I always know it went from bad to worse when Mason joins the Wa Wa Quartet.  Sydney is missing from teh picture because she was so angry she was nearly intolerable.

I always know it went from bad to worse when Mason joins the Wa Wa Quartet. Sydney is missing from the picture because she was so angry she was nearly intolerable.

By about 7:10 Sydney was transforming to a Gremlin.  Aunt CiCi averted a full meltdown by putting Sydney on her shoulders.

By about 7:10 Sydney was rapidly transforming to a Gremlin. Aunt CiCi averted a full meltdown by putting Sydney on her shoulders.  This worked for about a minute before Sydney remembered she was irate.

Why am I wearing a T shirt with semi clean pajama pants?  Oh yes, after bathing Mason I struggled to figure out why he smelled like poo AFTER his bath only to discover poo was smeared on my jeans!  For a good 15 minutes I was doing chores sans pants, but thought a pantsless pictures wasn't quite appropriate for a blog post.  Thus, I pulled these nifty pants from the laundry hamper.  Good times!

After bathing Mason I struggled to figure out why he smelled like poo AFTER his bath only to discover poo was smeared on my jeans! I ripped my foul smelling  jeans off and finished bath time with no pants.  George and Courtney got a good laugh as I dashed to the kitchen without pants carrying Sydney in just her diaper as I dropped bottles in the warmer.  I didn’t think that  picture was quite appropriate for a blog post. Thus, I pulled these nearly clean pajama pants from the laundry hamper.

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George’s closet clean out resulted in stuff spanning the length of the hallway and spilling into the den.

Sydney maintained an unhappy disposition even after being presented with her bottle.  George and Courtney fed the other three babies while I wrangled Sydney.
Sydney maintained an unhappy disposition even after being presented with her bottle. George and Courtney fed the other three babies while I wrangled Sydney.  When I say wrangled I’m not even kidding.  She thrashed and screamed for about 10 minutes before succumbing to her bottle. 
Once all the babies are snuggled up in bed and drifting off to sleep, our Type A personalities go into overdrive and we sweep through picking up all the clutter.

Once all the babies snuggled up in bed and drifted off to sleep, our Type A personalities went into overdrive.  We like to get things back in order as best we can before bed.  That way we start the next day prepared for possible mayhem.   If you look carefully there is a full laundry basket lurking in the background.  Ran out of steam for that chore.

What measures do you take to make sure everything appears in order before having visitors?  Run a Swiffer? Light candles? Hire a housekeeper?

Hugs!

Amber

9 thoughts on “Welcome To Quadville

  1. Oh my goodness Sydney and Haylie have to be the exact same baby, I think we had the exact same inconsolable melt down last night….or every night. To answer your question, I vacuum. Even if everything else is a disaster vacuuming helps me feel a little more in control. Especially since we have ECI people at our house 4 times a month and they sit in the floor I like to make sure it’s clean. And I turn on my scentsy 🙂

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    • Wasn’t Sydney on your list of girl names? Wouldn’t it be funny if they had the same name on top of the same temperament?
      I am so glad you are the same as me with the vacuuming and Scentsy. With ECI and visitors I feel like I am in control and our home isn’t a total disaster if it seems clean and smells nice. Sheesh, ECI only comes here twice per month, which is about all I can manage.

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    • Wasn’t Sydney on your list of girl names? Wouldn’t it be funny if they had the same name on top of the same temperament?
      I am so glad you are the same as me with the vacuuming and Scentsy. With ECI and visitors I feel like I am in control and our home isn’t a total disaster if it seems clean and smells nice. Sheesh, ECI only comes here twice per month, which is about all I can manage.

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  2. Love that you dashed into the kitchen with a baby in your underwear, only to tackle warming bottles and a million other things. I’ve totally done that time and again. So far I’ve always managed to remember when we have family or others here helping before I flashed my rear. Who has time for pants? Not I.

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    • LOL, I am always glad to be in good company. The only reason I didn’t mind flashing my undies is because it was my sister. She is the only person I would do that in front of. Otherwise I would have worn the poo jeans longer than I wanted to.

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  3. You living room looks like ours use to, with all the toys and boppy pillows. I also got my wife the same pregnancy pillow, and we still have it 4 years later. We have one child that calls it his donut pillow and likes to wrap it around him and sleep.

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    • So funny you still have the Snoogle! George got it out when cleaning the toy closet out, but has intentions on using it for a bonfire. He loathes it! I have an expectant friend who can re home it so no Snoggles are harmed.

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