Wednesday, April 27, 2011

The Quadfather is almost here!

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My publisher told me that it is time to start accepting orders for the book I wrote, The Quadfather.  For a limited time only, the new book will be available exclusively from our blog and the publisher’s website at a special introductory price.  Advance orders typically ship in four to six weeks.  The book tells our story from battling infertility issues, becoming pregnant with quadruplets, through the kids turning 3.

I received the first proof copy last week, sent in revisions, and am waiting to receive one more proof copy to read through before it goes to print.  The price of the book will be $11.99 (plus shipping and tax) and you can pay via pay-pal.  Or you are welcome to attend any book signings and pick up a copy.  After I receive my first shipment, I will start scheduling signings and will post the times/places here, my Facebook page and my twitter account (quaddaddy21).

If you have any questions feel free to email me at quaddaddy21@gmail.com.

Happy reading!

 

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Three and a half year olds…

Can amaze you with how much they know…

We have called Pius and Forrest the Twin Towers since they were born, but the other night Aunt Lainie says something to “The Twin Towers” and Forrest replies, “We’re not twins.  We’re quadruplets.”  And Pius says, “We’re SUPER twins.”  Little geniuses.

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Fo-Mikey getting a kick out of his blinky-thing at the circus.

Know exactly how to push their parents to the limit…

Laine’s new (well, not so new) thing is looking at whoever is talking to him and yelling, “NO!  I WILL NOT GET DOWN!”  He understands that talking back is a HUGE no-no in our house, but that doesn’t stop him from doing it just to get a rise out of us.

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Can you believe this sweet face is capable of such things?

Can make a mess of themselves in a hurry…

Sometimes I wonder what age it occurs to people that they have something on their face and it bothers them.  Our kids can have food all over themselves and it doesn’t bother them at all.  They destroy themselves and they don’t seem to mind.  Moni does her best at keeping them spotless, but I’ve long since realized it’s a losing battle.

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Seriously, Danna?

Are so much fun to be around…

They are really starting to love to play together.  They play “dogpile,” “hide and seek,” “running,” “ring around the rosie,” “bowling” and various other games that are fun to watch and it is fun seeing how they interact.

Fight ALL THE TIME…

Right after the paragraph about how much fun they have, I should have said they have so much fun with each other…in about 6 minute intervals.  They will be doing so well taking turns, but then all of the sudden something will happen that will set one of them off.  I don’t understand why they don’t realize that things are so much more fun when they get along.

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Probably our biggest antagonist.

Are old enough to know better…

Sometimes I think they still try to play the “baby card,” but it doesn’t fly anymore with us and they realize it.  Pius has been getting into Monica and Danna’s nail polish and when we bust him, he says, “Nail polish is for girls.”  “What are you Pius?”  “I’m a boy.”  “What are you doing then?”  “I don’t know.”  We’ve had this conversation like six times in the last month.

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We caught Danna smiling!

Are fascinated by the strangest things…

Our kids will stop and pay 100% attention to some of the oddest things.  They will be running around and be acting like complete maniacs, but when Montel Williams comes on TV and does his commercial about “getting money right now,” they will freeze and watch the entire commercial…what is that?  

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Elephants I understand, but some of the other stuff just makes me laugh.

Act the best when they’re sleeping…

I LOVE NAP TIME AND BEDTIME MORE THAN ANYTHING!!!

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Sweet Pius…under his pillow as usual.

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Forrest with his hat and his thumb.

DSC02012  Danna actually fell asleep for a minute.

DSC02013The calm before the storm.

Love,

The Grafs