Thanksgiving 1992, I was on bedrest and couldn’t go anywhere. My parents and siblings were going to make food and come over and see Jason and me, and we were all going to have dinner in our little apartment together. But then they all came down with the flu. I remember my dad ringing the doorbell, standing back to avoid spreading any germs, and handing over a sack of food to Jason without coming in. He was the most upright of all of them, so he was designated to come over and bring what they’d managed to cook up so we wouldn’t go without a Thanksgiving meal. We propped a camera on a chair and took this picture of the two of us. I was starting to really balloon at that point. Just a week later I went into the hospital to stay until the kids were born in late January.
We had a very quiet Thanksgiving that year, with just the two of us—much different from the next Thanksgiving, or any since. This year all four kids were home for dinner, and everyone made a couple of dishes (or one turkey, thank you Spencer) for our meal. It was a great way to do it. And now we’ve just finished pumpkin pie and we’re going to play Pictionary as soon as I get back down there. Sadly, Molly had to go to work at Target for early Black Friday sales. And then again most of tomorrow, she’ll be there again. Out at 11:00 pm and back at 7 am. Too bad we couldn’t take more time off before going back to the ol’ grind. Maybe she should have come down with the flu.
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving Day enjoying friends and family. And if you have to work, I hope you run into nice people. Who don’t have the flu.
COUNTDOWN FOR CHLOE'S ODYSSEY CONTINUES:
Number Four: Because in an altered reality, no one is like they’re supposed to be, and simply going to school becomes too dangerous for Chloe to risk. But she goes anyway….
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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. I'd love to know what you think!