The kids each had their own color and I LOVED to find sets of things in their colors. I became obsessed with colors! One day when they were about three years old, I was checking out at the grocery store and my eye caught a multipack of something with deep red, crayon green, solid blue, and brilliant sunshine. Endorphins released. My heart sped up. There was something in all four colors! And it was small and with the “impulse buy” items, so probably not too expensive.
I turned and found a four-pack of Bic lighters. Man! I tried so hard to figure out how to justify buying lighters for my toddlers. They were so cool! With only hard-won self control, I passed and didn’t toss a pack onto the conveyor belt. Not long after, I was at Target. Up on the wall, they had a display with bright, intense colors that caught my eye again. This time: knives. A set of four kitchen knives, each with a wonderfully vivid handle in a different primary color plus perfect crayon green. Again, to buy or not to buy, that was the question. I didn’t really need new knives, plus, well, did kid really need color-coded knives, even if they were in their very own, correct, vivid color? I had to learn to keep the collection of color-driven purchases to things that were child friendly.
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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.