The One We Were Actually Invited To

We didn't go to the Adventuredome for the birthday party on Saturday. Sarah came home on Thursday night and told us she knew why her friend didn't come to their birthday party last Sunday.

"Her mom had her period and was cranky, so she sent her away on a three day sleepover."

Greg overheard that and bellowed from his recliner, "You guys aren't going to that, do you hear me?"

So, wow, I had no idea you could send your kids away when you are on your period.  That's news to me.  I've been doing it wrong all these years, so I decided to capitalize on this profound new knowledge and send the children off with their father on Saturday, while I shoveled out the house, rather than go on a mission just for blogging material. 

But I'm sure I'll hear all about it on the playground tomorrow. 

We did, however, go to a quadruplet party today, and I have to say my friend hired the most impressive balloon maker I've ever seen. 

So I'm going to give a shout out to Jeremy Johnston, balloon artist, since he just moved to Vegas.  If anyone is looking for a real professional, this is your guy. 

He was amazing.  Even more amazing than his extreme patience with 7 sets of twins, 2 sets of triplets, and a set of quads, was his willingness to keep fixing balloons when someone popped them.  

He even made Amanda a jump rope with balloons when she told him she was on the jump rope team.

It's a hammer, get your mind out of the gutter.

I had to laugh when I was the only one that noticed one of the quads had decided to start hiding all the birthday presents.  He stashed some in the bathroom and under a table, and he wasn't particularly interested if they were his.  You know you have high order multiples when people start hoarding stuff.  I'll never forget taking my trio to preschool when they were two, and when the teacher passed out the crayons, they grabbed them and sat on them, for fear someone might take the crayons from them.  In fact, I had no idea that wasn't normal until I took Austin the following year and he just accepted the crayons and didn't try to stash them. 

To this day, Gregory still hides stuff in every nook and cranny in the house.  He's gone from hiding toys to hiding money, and I keep finding money stashed all over the house.  He has no idea that I know that he has money hidden under the toilet brush holder in the bathroom and behind the books in the bookcase. 

I wonder if any researchers have ever done a study on this behavioral phenomenon with multiples?




The girls' teeth are coming along so nicely.  I cannot believe how straight they've gotten just since October.  I'm wanting a partial refund on the $11.500, gosh darn it, if it only takes three months.  

I can only hope Gregory keeps stockpiling his money away in hidden places because Austin is definitely going to need braces and I might need to get a loan from Gregory to pay for them.

I'm feeling faint now.

Anyway, we had a great day.  The party was a blast and the food was great.  My quad mom friend is from Israel and she served pita bread and hummus and falafel, instead of pizza or burgers, which definitely pleased my palate immensely. 

I think we were the only people at the party who didn't speak Hebrew and Austin said, "Are they speaking Spanish?" as if that could be the only plausible explanation when the kids were talking to him in a different language. 

But you know what the coolest part of the party was?  We were actually invited to it.