Snow play was exhausting because, to begin with, we had to find so much gear in order to go out and stay warm, and then actually put it all on. Once they were set and out the door, they had to stay out for a long time. That much worked couldn't go underutilized. I couldn't possibly let them back in until all 80 of their fingers and toes were too cold to stay out any longer.
But really, they loved playing in the snow and they played hard. There was little time for them to get cold. They didn't hold still long enough. I didn't have much trouble convincing them to stay outside a long time. I didn't have to lock them out. Much.
Then they slept hard. Below is Spencer, who fell asleep while he still had his legs crossed, probably in the middle of talking with Kermit and Miss Piggy, his constant companions. He usually slept with his eyes open. But this shot caught him with his lids down.
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Life with Quadruplets
As a mother of quadruplets, I've had plenty of crazy experiences raising "supertwins." I blog a lot of memories about my kids. Sometimes just my thoughts on things. I get those sometimes—when my brain works. Which is about one third of the time.