The McCleary Quadruplets

There is never a dull moment when you are raising quadruplets!

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Aug 23 2012

And I thought 2 was tough!

I had been warned that the age of 3 was more “fun” than the age of 2. (By fun I mean challenging)   Of course this was when ours were 2 and I was not really sure how it could get more challenging some days.  Now that we are well into the 3s I know what they were talking about!  Of course I have said before every age has its own challenges, new adventures, milestones, and excitements.  For the record age 2 is the stepping stone to 3!

So let’s look back at 2 to see what really is different and what changes at 3.

Cameron, Matthew, Zachary and Elizabeth age 2 and a half

So at the age of 2 we were potty training, throwing fits, fighting over toys, and things like this.  We were also taking naps, beginning to play games, carrying on conversations, pretending, and developing more as individuals.  Now I know you are wondering what has changed. The kids are still growing as individuals and really are a riot.  I really can not believe how much they have grown up.  They know things I had no clue they could even comprehend let alone explain it to someone else!  They all have their own interests and strengths and really are great kids.  They will fight taking a nap and be cranky later.  They think throwing a fit or whining will get there way (never works!)  Thy will flat out defy you just to do what they want to do.

Let me paint a little picture for you of what really boils down to, for me, being the most challenging part of 3.  At this point the kids know which buttons of mine to push to get me going and they think it is funny.  In fact one night last week we were waiting for daddy to get home and they were literally going crazy!  They all ganged up on me except for Cameron (to start, he joined in later).  Matthew started the shanagins by hanging off their kitchen set and flipping off of it.  He had been warned not to do it and still did it.  So he was in timeout in the playroom.   Zachary was pushing Elizabeth because she had a car he wanted.  Then while Zachary was in timeout Matthew and Elizabeth were just going nuts.  They were running around wild like screaming at the top of their lungs and tackling each other.  Once I finally got them all in to timeout Zachary started clowning round trying to get everyone else to laugh.  He ended up in his room in his bed.  Elizabeth decided she wanted to join the act and was sent to her bed.  Then of course Matthew was sent because he could not be shown up.

Now the only one left in the living room is Cameron.  Once it had been a few minutes and all was quite I brought each one out one at a time and talked about why they were put in timeout and why they were sent to their rooms.  We also talked about what they should do the next time.  So now all four are playing in the living room and with in 5 minutes Zachary threw a toy and hit Cameron in the head with it and would not apologize.  So Zachary went back to his room.  Crying and whining the whole way.  Everyone else was doing well playing and getting along.  Once Zachary had calmed down I called him out to the living room to discuss what he did and how to fix it.  He left his door open and while I was talking to him the others made their way past and were playing in the room (a no no in or house).  I hear the door slam and so I make my way back their and open the door and find Elizabeth, Cameron and Matthew jumping on the beds, throwing pillows and really having a great time with something they know is not acceptable in our house.

So I asked them what they were doing.  Reply, “Playing”  I asked them again and they told me jumping.  I asked “are you suppose to be doing that?”  All three said yes.  So I sent them all to their beds.  So the only one not in trouble this time was Zachary.   My patience was way past gone at this point.  I talked to each of them in turn and talked about safety and following directions.  They all told me sorry and said they would stop horsing around.  Let me tell you it is hard to stay frustrated with a your child when they tell you sorry, warp their arms around you and give you a kiss.

I told them if they would all sit on the couch I would put a movie in…just so I could get dinner started.  They all agreed and sat there quite till Randy came home.  I on the other hand was in the kitchen just trying to keep it together.  I was so past the point of frustration.  I was in tears while I stirred our dinner.  I really just needed a break, a moment to relax and get myself back together.  I am sure many of you have had a similar moment where you just feel like if you do not get a break you will explode.   After dinner I told Randy I was giving myself a timeout.  He kind of looked at me and understood and told me to take all the time I needed.  I could hear the kids asking where I went and daddy told them I was in timeout.  Which to them meant I had done something wrong.  hehe

I absolutely love my crew and am so blessed to be their mommy, but it is not always sunshine and rainbows.  It is hard raising four children the same age, but also so rewarding!  Lets just say we are always on our toes and take one day at a time.  It seems like when we overcome one challenge another arises.  We are raising four very independent, strong willed, intelligent, and very unique children and would not have it any other way.

Matthew, Elizabeth, Cameron, and Zachary age 3

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2 comments

  1. Capri + 3--Theresa

    I have days like that too when I need a time out when Greg gets home from work. Our four toddlers are 21 months old but there are ‘when it rains it pours’ moments like you described. I imagine there will be many more time out moments to come, but as you said, I would not have it any other way. There are so many moments that make me laugh and smile that outweigh the time outs.

    : 0 ) Theresa (Capri + 3)

  2. Olusola

    Ah! It sounds a little familiar – those days when you go through a cycle of defiance and timeouts. Fun and exhausting.

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