Thursday, June 10, 2010

You know your a quad mommy when...

Many of these were listed on another multiples mom’s website the other day and had to share it with everyone as well as add a few of my own! I was laughing so hard at some of these because this really is our life now! I hope you all get a good laugh today! :)

You Know You Have Quadruplets When:

Everyone asks if you had your stroller specially made.

You are asked repeatedly are they all the same age.

Putting away the 3 loads of laundry you just did is considered a mini vacation.

A mini van is just not big enough to go to the grocery store with...especially when you are bringing your kids!

Everywhere you go people stare, point or think it is ok to stop you in the middle of the road to peek at your children.

Taking a walk around the neighborhood is a full day event.

You need 2 regular sized cans of formula to get through a 24 hour period.

Complete strangers take pictures of your kids in their stroller... and they wonder why we call them the Paparazzi??? (YES THIS HAS HAPPENED! LOL!)

You’ve ever truly considered strangling someone who said, “you’ve got your hands full”, "are they all yours", "better you than me" or “I’d shoot myself”.

Crying is heard not just in stereo, but in surround sound!

You call the pedi office and need to have all of them seen so they tell you to pick a time because they need to rearrange the entire schedule to accommodate you!

You go to an amusement park with your quad stroller only to realize YOU’VE become the source of amusement, or you go to the Zoo and find the other visitors watching your kids more than the animals!

You are not horrified at the idea of “waking a sleeping baby” to eat. After all, when it is time to eat it is time to eat, you don't mess with the master schedule!

All your friends have multiples.

Your main connection to the outside world is through Facebook, message boards and MoM's blogs.

Some of your best friends you have never even met in person.



You arrive at your doctor’s appointments early just to read the magazines in peace.

Root canals are a great chance to catch up on your sleep.

You laugh at singleton moms that are struggling to get their stroller out of the car.

You can unload four babies from car seats and put them in your stroller WHILE you are laughing at the singleton mom getting her stroller out of her car.

You wonder how come singleton moms need a diaper bag the size of a suitcase, while you travel with enough for your babies in a bag half the size.

Your husband has seriously tried to add GPS and motorize your stroller.

There is no room in your refrigerator for food, all available space is occupied by pre-prepared bottles of formula.

You look at a closet full of diapers and think “I’m running low”

A regular sized pack of diapers lasts only 3 days.

You can throw French-fries to the rear set of seats without looking and none end up on the floor.

You consider wearing jeans being 'dressed up', and it's a formal event if you're wearing make-up

You can change diapers standing up, while in line, at the Children’s Museum.

You feel like a sheepherder instead of a parent

You have people asking if you run a daycare because that’s what your yard looks like.

You can carry 4 plates of food and 4 cups to the table without spilling anything and you’ve never been a waitress.

A trip to Walmart for diapers is a vacation even at 1:am.

Your stroller is worth more than your first car was.

You can hold at least four conversations at the same time.

You no longer have a proper name you are either “The Lady With the Quads” or Moooooooooommmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyy

You consider your shower Mommy time.

Your shower is now the most precious time of the day, if you get one.

You find yourself singing songs from Yo Gabba Gabba while at Walmart.

You can quote Monster’s Inc. verbatim.

You do your grocery shopping in stores with aisles wide enough to accommodate your stroller

You automatically divide or multiply everything by four.

You have diapers in your purse, in the glove compartment, your desk drawer and in every room of the house – just in case.

Every square inch of seating in your vehicle is taken by car seats.

Your vacuum cleaner never makes it back into the closet.

You can sweep, talk on the phone, AND read to your children all at the same time.

Your monthly grocery budget is greater than the annual budget for the State of Rhode Island.

Four hours of sleep is “fully rested” and falling asleep over the kitchen sink is a “fulfilling nap”

The first thing you ask upon arriving home is for the poop and pee report.

2 minute tasks take 30 minutes because you have to keep returning to the play room to break up fights, peel the kids from the wall, change a diaper you can actually smell from the next room, break up more fights, remove a child from the top of the couch, perform surgery on the VCR because there is an UFO inside of it, fill sippy cups back up with water because whatever was in them disappeared mysteriously (only later when you sit down on the couch you will find where it went) remind them not to jump on each other, break up a few more fights and change more poopy diapers.

You curse stores for only having two of something in a package, or for only having two of something on their shelf.

You buy Baby Motrin, Cough Syrup, etc, 4 at a time, and the clerk looks at you funny, while the whole time you are wishing they sold it in gallon containers.

You pull 4 tickets for Car seats at Babies R Us to take to the register, and when you get there the clerk says, “Ma’am, I think you picked up too many of these or they must have been stuck together”

You’ve fallen asleep in any of these places: The shower, washing dishes, sitting on the floor reading them a book, with your fork on the way to your mouth.

You agonize over what it will be like when they get to school and you have four teachers to visit on parent night, three different sets of homework, and your babies aren’t even out of the NICU yet.

Instead of a wallet full of photos you carry around a CD because it holds 700 megabytes of them.

Everyone in the neighborhood knows who you are, even though you’ve never met them before.

The grocery store clerk has commented on the 6-9 gallons of milk you buy each week, telling you it would be cheaper to buy a cow.

You know how to prop bottles with wadded up receiving blankets.

You’ve ever been so sleepy that you can fall asleep with the baby lying on your chest and fail to wake up despite the fact that the baby is screaming directly into your left ear.

You are both shocked by the rudeness, and amazed by the kindness of strangers in the same 60 seconds upon entering Walmart.

Walmart is probably your favorite store, since its open 24 hours and diapers and formula are cheaper there. Oh, and you consider going to Walmart at 11pm “going out”

If you’ve ever charted poops, pees, and food intake in an Excel schedule.

You know at one time you did have a spouse, but now you can’t remember

You have to wash the dinner dishes by hand because the dishwasher is full of bottles and sippies.

The singleton mom in front of you at Walmart buying one can of formula and one bag of diapers complains about the price and you have to restrain yourself from hitting a complete stranger.

The clerks at the grocery store have to regularly restrain you from pummeling any singleton mom that takes the last multi seat-shopping cart.

You are both revered and hated by the staff at your pediatrician’s office.

You don’t see anything unusual with the fact that you know not one, but several, quadruplet moms.

You no longer have to wonder what a “poop painting” would look like.

A complete stranger walks up to you in the mall and says “my niece has quadruplets, her name is _________ do you know her?” and you can answer “yes I do”

The awareness of silence strikes terror into your soul.

You know the black market value of a Runabout stroller.

You know the black market value of a Choo Choo wagon.

You know what a Choo Choo wagon is.

You consider cereal dumped on the middle of the floor, not to be bad parenting, but rather a unique picnic breakfast!

All kids are aware that any sippy cup left unattended is fair game.

You use the word singleton.

You need a hitch for your stroller

Your stroller dictates what kind of vehicle you can drive

You refer to your babies as A, B, C and D

$15.00 baby outfits seem too expensive.

You buy a single weeks worth of formula, and the clerk asks you if you are stocking up.

You laugh at singleton moms for sterilizing pacifiers. You can’t stop yours from sucking on each others fingers, nose, ears, toes etc, so you just shake your head because you know those germs are building up their immune system.

You intentionally feed all 4 kids from the same spoon and bowel even though one is sick, because you can’t bear the thought of 4 consecutive 2 week cold sessions, you’d rather have them sick at the same time.

After 20 minutes in the car you realize you are not only listening to the kids tape, but you are singing along with it, and there are no kids in the car.

The $250 travel system stroller that singleton moms complain about being too big, look like toy strollers to you.

You’re not sure if what you squeezed on your toothbrush was toothpaste or diaper ointment, but you’re too tired to care, and too tired to check, so you keep brushing anyway.

You say to your husband “if you wake up these babies I’ll kill you” and you mean it.

It doesn’t matter, you ARE buying them out of ProSoBee, and the other moms can just get over it.

All of a sudden everyone you know, knows someone with quadruplets.

Crib Tents? You can’t afford NOT to buy them.

You know what a crib tent is!

You consider leashes a viable safety option

You burst into laughter at the site of a diaper Genie… AS IF….!!

You bought a dog (or have thought about it) to cut down on post meal cleanup time.

On the way to rescue a paper towel roll on the verge of destruction you suddenly realize that it might buy you 5 minutes to check your e-mail.

The next day, the kids wake up too early, you open their door long enough to throw in a couple of rolls of paper towels and you go back to bed.

Your home has become a complex maze of gates, locks and barricades.

Your kids have never actually walked through the zoo or store, because getting out of the stroller is NOT an option.

You seriously wish someone would sell Orajel in a toothpaste-sized tube. Is this little tiny tube supposed to be a joke? And that’s with the one day supply of infant Tylenol… don’t they know I need a 10oz bottle?

You delivered 17 lbs of baby, and didn’t set any records.

You don’t think the Suburban is a large vehicle.

When hearing of a new pregnancy, you first question is “just one?”

You call one baby a singleton (before your quads arrived, it was just “a baby”)

You send 7 invitations to a birthday party, and you have 15 kids show up, and you were expecting more.

It's considered a 'date' if you husband goes with you to the Mother's of Multiples garage sale.

You start to question phrases like: "God will only give you what you can handle"

And you just pray a lot more in general!

Have a great day!

4 comments:

  1. That was so funny!!! Thanks for sharing!! :)

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  2. Ah!! I was that mom who was struggling getting the single stroller out of my car! I can only imagine you grabbing the stroller with one hand and simply whipping it open WHA-POW instant quad stroller.
    Out of curiousity, how much is one of those strollers?
    I promise I won't say anything like "you must have your hands full" again! AND I would never say "I'd shoot myself" because I would LOVE to have quads! I have quad envy!! <3

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  3. The Runabouts run $1200 but thankfully there was another quad family who had 3 year old quads in our state that GAVE it to us. I don't know how I would live without it! It attaches to the back of the van with a hitch so there is SOME room in the vehicle for other things.

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  4. Love your blog! I wanted to tell you that I nominated you for the Versatile Blogger Award! Just check out my blog for all of the details!
    Love, Cathy & her quads

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