From Farm to Fame: Haylie- Chapter Twenty-seven

Lexie remained mommy’s girl as she grew up. I’d hoped when she started school she would make some friends and not spend so much time following me around. Not that I didn’t love her and having her around, she was a brilliant and sweet little girl and I really enjoyed her company and she’d learned to accept that I just wanted my own space sometimes and would go do her own thing without sulking. It was because I loved her so much, that I wanted to see her make new friends and do new things; I wanted to see her reach her full potential in life and I felt like her shyness was holding her back. She was comfortable around me, and she was too scared to talk to anybody else. It wasn’t until I got an unfortunate phone call from the school that I understood why she wanted to spend so much time around me and why she wouldn’t talk to anybody else. She’d been beat up on the playground at school, by her own sister. She was seeking security, because she knew I’d protect her. I just didn’t know how to make it better for her, but I worried she’d end up like Ericka at some point, rebelling because she didn’t fit in and wanted attention.

Max and I sent Zoe away to military school after that. It hadn’t been the first time we’d been called down to the school for her behaviour, in fact it happened often, but it had never been for beating anybody up; I’d thought we were past those days in her toddler years where she would attack her siblings. I’d never been so angry with one of my children before, and I’d never yelled so much at one of them. I talked to Lexie after the incident and learned that Zoe was always bullying somebody, and it was often her siblings, and it wasn’t the first time she’d resorted to violence either, she’d just never been caught before. I just didn’t know what we would do if military school didn’t teach her to behave, it scared me to think about what could happen if she kept down the path she was on. I worried for her siblings and her other victims, but for her as well because I just wanted so many good things for all my children and I wanted them to grow into mature and responsible individuals.

Shane was still the centre of attention even at school. There was just something about him that made people love him. He was really a sweet boy, and was really outgoing and friendly, for that it wasn’t a surprise. I’d just worried about him being teased for his eye colour, kids could be so cruel, and would pick on anybody who was just a little bit different. Zoe already teased him over it constantly and I’d worried other kids would too, but they didn’t. I was happy he had so many friends, but he was hardly home. He was always at a friend’s house, and when he wasn’t he had friends over at our house, and they’d camp out in the backyard, so even when he was home I hardly ever got to talk to him.

Camden was more like his daddy every day, and I knew Max loved it though he’d never admit it in case somebody else felt left out. Camden was the one who was interested in sports and becoming a superstar athlete someday just like his daddy. We let him go to Dribbledine Sports Academy for schooling, because it was where Max went so it was where he wanted to go, and it was good training for him in his pursuit to be an athlete, though he was still young enough to change his mind later on, it was what he wanted then and he was a good kid so I was happy to send him. Max loved training him when he was home too, and having somebody who understood sports. The rest of us didn’t, I faked an interest to be supportive of Max, but I knew he could tell that’s all I was doing and trying to converse with me about something I didn’t understand was useless, so I was happy Camden shared that interest, it was good for both of them.

Ericka had started communicating with Chase, which I completely hated the idea of. He’d shown up at my front door a few more times over the years since the time where Ericka ran away, and he’d called a few times as well. I just ignored him every time, and he’d seemed to get the hint eventually. Yet he’d recently decided to try getting in touch with the twins. Maya completely refused to talk to him, but Ericka wanted to get to know him. I wanted to refuse to let her, but I knew she’d go behind my back and do so anyway, and I wanted to be able to monitor their conversations, because I really didn’t trust him. They mostly talked on facebook, and I read through every conversation they had. I knew she hated that I did that, and I knew that Chase knew I did, so he was probably on his best behaviour, but I didn’t like to worry about what they talked about or what he was up to. It was the conversation about how much she hated living with Max and wanted to go live with him because he was so much cooler that stung, she was the one who suggested it, but he agreed to let her as long as I approved of it. I really didn’t, but I just knew if I didn’t he run away somewhere anyway, and at least if I let her, I’d know where she was; I definitely didn’t let her go without threatening to put Chase back in his grave if he didn’t take extremely good care of her. If I ever found out he was using her, hurt her in anyway, or got her into drugs and alcohol, he would most definitely regret it. I wanted to believe that he was actually trying to be a good parent as it seemed, but I had a hard time doing so. She didn’t talk to me again after she left, despite my efforts to call her, and I hardly even got a goodbye. 

Maya stayed in art school until university, where she went to study with a full scholarship and distinguished award in the fine arts granting her several extra credits. I was impressed with her dedication to art, and I was so proud sending her off to university. She was surprisingly mature and responsible for being only 18, and she had yet to enter anything resembling a rebellious phase. I did of course worry about sending her to university, and that she would find trouble there. It would be a very different world from art school, art school didn’t have the party atmosphere that university had, or I didn’t imagine it did anyway. I didn’t worry too much about her though, because she was so responsible. It was a bit surprising how much I missed her when she left for university though, I was used to her being away and I missed her every time, but I hadn’t missed her that much since her first time going away. I guess it was because it was the new first, the first time she would go away, and might not come back. Eventually she wouldn’t come home for the summers, and would move into her own house; she would get married and have children of her own, and of course I wanted that for her, but it was still very hard to accept her growing up that much and venturing into the world all on her own.

This brings us to the end of the generation. It's really hard to believe it's that time, it's been more than a year, and saying good-bye to Haylie's generation is a bit hard, but I've completely enjoyed the last year and look forward to the next generation. Thank-you so much for everybody who's followed and given me reason to continue for last year, you guys are awesome! ♥ The heir vote will be up following this (likely you will have seen it already if you've seen this) so please vote, even if you usually lurk but don't comment (I'm sure there are some lurkers out there).


From Farm to Fame: Haylie- Chapter Twenty-Six

Instead of moving we ended up renovating the house to make it larger. We moved the master bedroom and the nursery down to the main level, and left the upper level open to add in bedrooms for the quads when they grew up; though we decided to leave that part of the renovations for a while longer, until the quads were a bit older and it was easier to work around their sleeping patterns without disturbing them. The renovations had just left us with less space and more stress, but it was so worth it when it was done. It was amazing how much it helped just to have a bit of space. It was easier when everything was organized and not just tossed wherever there was even the slightest bit of room, and we could have more toys and things to entertain the quads and make the space more comfortable for them too. 

Trying to raise the quads had been so confusing, frustrating, and overwhelming at first and I frequently felt like I just couldn’t do it. Eventually we found a system that worked for us, and it wasn’t so stressful, but it had been so difficult reaching that point. There were too many days where Max and I fought because we were just tired and stressed out that the dumbest things got on our nerves, and it did take us a bit to get on the same page as to how we were even going attempt raising the quads. I hated the days we fought and it just made even more stressful because I worried that we’d have one too many fights. It really just made me love him even more though, just for staying while we learned how to look after each other through all the stress, and work through it together. It would have been so easy to just walk away from it all because it was too much, but he didn’t.

Despite how difficult they made things, because it was never actually easy, it just got less difficult as we figured things out, I loved the quads. I just loved looking at their precious little faces smiling back at me, and I knew it was all worth it. It was impossible not to love those perfect little faces. I loved watching them as they grew up, watching them grow into 4 little individuals, who were so different even in their toddler years. It was interesting comparing them to the twins who’d had such similar personalities to each other at that age. I loved getting to watch them take their first steps and hearing their first words, they were growing up so fast, but I was so proud of them.

Lexie was definitely the quietest and most well behaved of the quads. She was also mommy’s girl, and had been since we brought the quads home, she wouldn’t even let Max touch her at first, only me. We eventually had to force her to get used to Max looking after her too and just let her cry through it, though listening to her miserable cries broke my heart every time; I knew it needed to be done, but I hated making them cry. She was the first to learn to walk and talk, but she seldom said anything other than “mommy” when she was looking for my attention. Walking allowed her to follow me around easier though, and some days it drove me crazy. If I ignored her for too long, she’d waddle off and play with a toy all by herself, she seldom played with her siblings.

Zoe was the total opposite of Lexie; she was the difficult one. She was always crying and screaming, angry about not getting her way over something. She’d fight with the others over toys, which she’d never play with anyway; she just didn’t like to share. She’d throw things, kick, hit, or bite to get her way. She seldom had the privilege of playing with her toys or her siblings and was almost always locked up in her crib where she couldn’t cause any trouble, the only thing she could do was scream and cry to be set free and shake the side of the crib trying to get out. She tormented Lexie the most, but Shane took his fair share of the torment as well.

Shane was just the sweetest little boy. He was always happy to be snuggled up with Max or myself, and loved anybody who would give him any attention, which was pretty much everybody as he seemed to lure people in with his precious purple eyes. Almost everybody found him extremely adorable and unique, and he seemed to be the centre of attention wherever we went. He seldom caused trouble, and when he did it was because he’d been following around his best friend and brother Camden.

Camden was just full of energy, he was always running off somewhere and getting into things he shouldn’t have been, he just wanted to play with everything and everyone. I missed the days when he could only crawl because he was so much easier to catch, he ran so fast for somebody so small. He was just as sweet as Shane though and loved everybody just as much. I just imagined that he was exactly like his daddy would have been at that age, especially when Max was playing with him, they just seemed so much alike; I loved watching them together.

While the quads were going through the toddler years, the twins had entered their teen years and it was a whole new experience with them too. Ericka had entered a very rebellious phase when she entered her teen years. She’d started slacking off and failing art school, so I made her come back home and go back to public school; she wasn’t happy about it, but I knew art school had just become an excuse for her to slack off and it wasn’t acceptable. She completely refused to listen to Max, using the excuse that he wasn’t her real father and she didn’t have to listen to him. I knew it was just an excuse because she just didn’t want to listen; I’d used it a couple times myself when I didn’t want to listen to dad, but I got so mad at her for it especially after what we went through when she ran away as a child. She was almost always grounded for something; it didn’t seem to work, but I didn’t know what to do with her.

Maya was still the same sweet girl she’d always been. She was still so friendly and outgoing; happy and full of confidence. She was still enjoying art school, and had really fine-tuned her artistic talent, I was so impressed by all the work she brought home with her in the summers, and it was hanging all over the house. She kept her grades up, and was a straight A student; I was so proud of her and really hoped she never entered that rebellious teen phase.

I just loved all my children so much, even Ericka and Zoe who frustrated me to no end. I wouldn’t have changed any of it, other than how fast they were growing up; I really hated how fast they were growing up. It was hard to believe my sweet little twins were already teenagers; it couldn't possibly have been that long since they were babies, and the quads were going to grow up just as fast.

and some bonus pictures of all the children :D