Despite Forrest and Laine's best efforts at sending mom, dad and themselves to an early grave, we're all still alive and kicking! We took our first road trip to Colorado for the Selenke Family Reunion last weekend. We tried to keep the babies on schedule as closely as we could. It worked pretty well, for the most part.
We decided to have everything packed before their 4th feed of the day (they get 5 bottles total). After their 4th bottle, we loaded them and any last second items and took off for the 3.5 hr trip to Grainfield, KS. This is where Billy's Great Aunt Laverna lives and is, conveniently, almost exactly 1/2 way to Denver (from this point on referred to as "The greatest city on earth because it houses the Denver Broncos" or TGCOEBIHTDB. Not exactly an abbreviation, but we'll make that sacrifice). The trip to Grainfield got a little rough towards the middle. Fortunately, Pius has an infinite infatuation with his feet and kept himself occupied with them until he fell asleep. Danna was a sweetheart almost the whole way - totally un-diva-ish. Laine and Forrest, on the other hand, had enough diva for all the babies and the next group of ladies on "America's Next Top Model". After about 45 minutes on the road, they decided they'd had enough and let us know about their dissatisfaction for the rest of the trip. I know I've said it before, but I think our kids have Sundowner's Syndrome. Normally reserved for the elderly with dementia, our sweet, darling children seem to completely melt down at twilight and then magically turn back into the sweet babies they are after it turns dark. After what seemed like 10 hours, we made it to Aunt Laverna's. We let the babies roll around and play awhile, then we changed them, fed them and loaded them all back up and headed for TGCOEBIHTDB. They slept the ENTIRE way there and Billy and I talked about what we would name our next set of quads.
Danna wanted me to be sure we got her pretty toes in the picture!
Billy and me with Aunt Armella, Uncle Bill and the quadsies
Uncle Dale, Aunt Charlotte and cousin Carmen with the babies
Sidenote: The banging on the roof of the car was caused by the topper we borrowed from our neighbors. We figured out that the driver side roof rack was loose and caused the topper to continuously bang. We tried cushioning the blows with beach towels jammed under the point of impact. Now there are 3 beach towels somewhere along the roadsides of Colorado and Kansas. We ended up pulling over at a weigh station and unloading everything from the topper into the van. That way, if the topper managed to fly off, we would only have to worry about one thing smashing into nearby drivers. Plus, it would've been awful trying to recover all the other items from the highway. I can just see it.....human Frogger (think Atari).
Billy trying hard to keep smiling on the stretch of road from TGCOEBIHTDB to Grainfield
Me trying really, really hard not to smother Laine and Forrest with a pillow. Insanity, anybody?!
Swimming at Grampy and Grammy Graf's house
Pius would eat, sleep and live in this thing if we would allow it
Okay, so who wants to wake a sleeping baby, anyway!