It’s been quite a while since an episode of Shawver Shenanigans. It’s not for lack of Shenanigans. At 20 months old, the quads are getting into all sorts of mischief, so much that I can hardly keep up with them. Another conundrum is that they are quite aware of their behavior and I don’t want to encourage them to continue something undesirable (e.g. climbing on the couch and sprinting) by snapping photos. Nonetheless, I captured a few highlights hopefully without encouraging bad behavior.
The quads have been doing exceptionally well with using utensils at meals. Don’t get me wrong; meals are still a total mess. They are, however, getting food onto their utensils and they transferring that food into their mouth 50% of the time. I’m proud of their progress so I thought I’d do a post about how meals are going with a video clip of some of their marvelous self feeding skills.
I prepared a meal that I thought would help them display their emerging skills: meatloaf with mashed potatoes, green beans, and garlic bread. I thought they’d effortlessly spear the green beans and meatloaf and could scoop the potatoes without them falling off the fork. W-R-O-N-G! The quads did not view this meal as a the culinary art of Suzy Homemaker. Instead, they saw a sensory experience to be seized. Mason grabbed potatoes by the handful and proceeded to fling them across the table as if it were a school cafeteria food fight. As I attempted to redirect him, Sydney artfully smeared potatoes in an arch shape across the table. It didn’t take long before Harper and Rylin joined the shenanigans. I was horrified it the disaster that was my kitchen. Not only were my children creating mayhem at the table, but they weren’t eating the meal I prepared with my last shred of energy for the day. UGH! The potatoes seemed to be wreaking havoc so I scooped them up and attempted to salvage the rest of the meal. I can’t win them all, can I? We’ve had many more meals that would be a fantastic example of civilized toddlers using utensils, but I’ve scrapped sharing that. It seems that when I hit “record”, things go awry.
In the evenings, George began a new tradition he may soon regret: piggy back rides. He lays on the floor, and one or two babies climbs on his back for a ride. They do surprisingly well checking their balance and hanging on. Of course, these piggy back rides are at a snail’s pace so if they fall it’s not a big deal.
Sometime after nap and before dinner, the quads get all jazzed up with a second wind. They take great pleasure in darting up and down the hallways as they shriek creating a reverberating echo. I’m relatively certain this particular activity contributes to evening headaches, but they are happy squeals so I let them have their fun.
What’s shaking at your house?