It's been a big month for our brood as we made a massive change and moved Molly and our quadruplets into a bigger house.
For background, here's a quick historical look at our family's living situation:
- When Charlie and I met he had an airplane and lived on a boat
- Now he has a wife, 5 kids, no plane, no boat, and needs a bigger place to live.
We got lucky by locating to the Kensington neighborhood of San Diego when we moved from downtown 3 years ago. Charlie and I quickly became great friends with our all of our neighbors, who thankfully double as babysitters, happy hour comrades and don't even complain about the number of kids we have.
Since we couldn't bear the thought of leaving our neighborhood or street when we kind of outgrew our starter house earlier this year, Charlie and I figured we would just tough it out in our tiny home. We told each other, "We'll simply teach our kids that living on top of each other and sharing 7 people to a shower builds character."
While that is certainly true...as luck would have it, a larger house on a double lot came up for sale 15 doors down from where we were currently living. On a whim, we put in an offer and managed to snatch it up a few months ago. We then put our own house on the market, sold it and were finally able to move in over Christmas.
When it came time to move, I always thought you reach a certain point in life where it is pretty much understood that you will hire movers to relocate your crap. My husband Charlie had other ideas.
He picked the one weekend all year that it rained in San Diego to move our slew of kids up the street. Sure, Charlie bribed some family members with beer to help, but he basically moved us all by himself, on the back of his 1996 Land Cruiser.
The timing of our move was interesting, as Molly is 2-and-a-half and she kind of gets what Christmas is about. We had been hyping Baby Jesus big time to her all throughout the Advent season...but now - in her defense, and after bringing 4 other babies into her life earlier in the year, - Molly was understandably a little leery of this said Baby Savior situation rocking her Big Sister world once again.
But have no fear...Big Daddy Chuck (aka the Quadfather) did her a solid by moving my 7 nativity scenes and our 12 foot Christmas tree to the new house, and then re-setting everything up again a mere 2 days before Christmas.
We are not big present people, but we did manage to send Santa our mail forwarding info and he brought Ms. Molly a kitchen for Christmas. Aunt Kelly made her an adorable apron and Ms. Jessica stocked her pantry with all sorts of fake food that the baby-led weaning babies are devouring with desire.
Aunt Charlotte and Uncle David sent Molly a Power Wheels Jeep (that required 10+ hours of labor to activate...) but we all agree her new ride is decidely nicer than anyone else's in our family.
As a product of packing and our typical baseline chaotic homelife, the babies wore hand-me-down Christmas pajamas that were either too big or too small for them throughout the entire Holiday Season. Scrooge the Santa did manage to get around to getting the quadruplets each a measly toothbrush to go in the beautiful stockings that their Granny made them.
Somehow, one day we found time to get our Santa picture taken (thank you Santa Fast Pass :) ...the highlight of which was watching Santa get busted by his elf for taking unauthorized pictures of US! (K. Kringle claiming he's never seen quadruplets...whatever!)
And one day, amidst the holiday hoopla, our Monster Man Dillon got his helmet off. He officially has the most expensive round head in our house, but even his formerly skeptical mom has to say that the helmet was an investment well worth it. When Dillon can wear BOTH a normal sized baseball and bike helmet later in life, he'll have me to thank!
Prior to the moving madness, Charlie and I got to join our family in New York City for the Pennsylvania weekend just a bit before Christmas. We enjoyed getting to see everyone we had missed at the last few family functions because of the pregnancy, babies, logistics, etc...
Next up on the agenda: we are gearing up for the baby's big first birthday bash that kicks off later this week.
It's hard to believe just a year ago I was so incredibly pregnant with babies who we weren't entirely sure would make it.
I remember going to almost-daily doctor's appointments and just praying that these babies would stay inside me for at least a few more hours.
I made it to 34 weeks...and considering 28 weeks is average for quads, I thank God every day for the 4+1 special gifts He has given us and the constant havoc they wreak on our lives!
In a blink of an eye, just 12 months later these formerly teenie tiny babies are now terrorizing a new house and blowing our minds with their movements every day.
What a difference a year makes, and how happy are we to be all ensconced in our new home, which we love...even if we have no idea how we are going to make it all work!