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