Each of the four kids has a special, meaningful relationship with their dad. After I've talked to them on the phone for half an hour, they'll have a simple question for Dad, so I hand over the phone thinking it will take them about two minutes and then we'll hang up and get on with whatever we're doing on this end. But then they'll talk for another thirty minutes—and about topics I never would think to discuss (or be able to). Things like politics, films, sports, world events, etc. Jason has helped to develop another whole side of their awareness and personhood that I never would have touched on. Like I know nothing about that centerback they traded when his contract blah blah blah. Or how some new policy in Germany is going to impact the yada yada yada. Or what Scorsese is going for in his allusion to the thingamajig thingy thing. That's just not my thing. So, Dad is special, and they're all wonderfully close, and it's a beautiful thing. Here are some pictures of each of the kids with their dad when they were babies.
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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.