Tille Family

Ten Year Wedding Anniversary

This past weekend marked a very special time in our lives. Angela and I celebrated our 10 year wedding anniversary. Every year on our anniversary we have a very nice dinner and we talk about our year; a year in review, if you will. We reflect back and talk about our highlights and lowlights, our goals and if we met them and then we look in to the future and talk about things that we want to do and accomplish in the year to come. As you might imagine, some of the conversation revolves around the kids, but some of it revolves around the two of us individually and as a couple.

This year we took a trip and got away from everything. My parents took a day or two off to help and stayed at our house with the kids so that we could leave for a few days. We left on Thursday morning and returned on Sunday. We rented a lake home on the shores of Lake Superior that overlooked the Apostle Islands in northwestern Wisconsin.

The Apostle Islands are a beautiful place to visit. If you like the outdoors at all, you should really visit sometime. Just Google Apostle Islands sometime and take a look at the photos or just click this link.
Angela and I were talking during our dinner and mentioned that trips like these are very import to us so that we can recharge our batteries. Thanks mom and dad for letting us get away for the weekend.

Now that I think of it as I’m writing and it feels like the years are starting to fly by. I guess we need to make sure that we stop from time to time and smell the roses.

Until next time…

A new photo of the Tille Kids

I don’t have a story to tell about this, but we don’t really get tons of photos of the kids all sitting together very often. I managed to get this the other afternoon when they were all playing outside. Four of them were just sitting on the steps to our deck so I threw the other two up there and took the shot. I took one picture right away and tried for a few more minutes to get a better one, but couldn’t get them to cooperate. Someone was always walking away, crying, hitting, or not looking at me. Ironic that the first picture that I took was the only one that even semi worked out.

Hope you’re having an enjoyable fall.

Until next time…

Poop Story

Work has had me on the road the past couple weeks and that’s a little more often than normal. The week before last in particular, I was on the road to attend and play an important role in a nursing conference in the Minneapolis area. The conference was a huge success. Many key players at my work were very happy with how everything went and the event opened a variety of doors for me. Needless to say, things didn’t go quite as well for Angela at home during my absence. At one point during the end of the week, I called home to check on how things were going. The conversation went something like this.

“Hi Honey, how’s it going at home?”

She went on to tell me that it was horrible.

I told her, “I’m sorry honey that I can’t be there to help out. This conference is really important and I’m sorry. You know I’ll be home soon as I can.”

She replied with, “Since you don’t seem to care what’s so horrible, I’m gonna tell you anyway.” (I didn’t ask for specifics early in the conversation about the details of how bad it was because I knew that I’d get them anyway if they were really that bad.) “There’s poop everywhere. Naptime went horrible. The kids took their diapers off again and all of them are covered in it. They used it as finger paints. It’s in Alex’s hair! It was just horrible.”

I tried, I really did, but it slipped and I actually laughed out loud a little. I’m giggling a little as I write this and think back to it. I know, I’m an ass, but my time would come.

I got home late on Saturday, spent most of the day on Sunday with the kids on my own and then took a PTO day on Monday so that I could get away from work for a little while and get to know my family again, if just for that one day.

Let’s fast forward to naptime on Monday afternoon. At naptime, we just send the quints to their room and tell them to lie down. Whatever happens happens. Most of the time, they all eventually sleep a little. After a couple hours, they had spent enough time in their room and they were letting us know. I went in and found my son, sitting naked on a mattress, with his penis in his hand. He was covered in poop. All 4 of the girls were sitting next to him on the mattresses and were also covered from head to toe in poo. Lauren had it spread across her face and she resembled a professional athlete wearing eye black under her eyes. Brooklyn was crewing on her fingers that were covered in it. I did everything in my body to not beat them all senseless. When I walked in a saw what had happened, I have to imagine that I resembled my father from 30 years ago with a blood vessel sticking out of his forehead and neck after I had done something incredible stupid. Sometimes, I really need to stop and laugh. It would be healthier. It was smeared all over the walls like earlier in the week when I was gone, but this time it was different. Poop was smeared all over the carpet. It looked as if Alex wiped his ass on the carpet, almost like a dog would drag its butt across the carpet. It was really smeared in there. Thank goodness Angela was home. She gave them all a very quick and aggressive dunk in the bath. Bath time is normally a fun and enjoyable time for kids, but there was nothing fun about that bath.

I got out our large carpet shampooing cleaner/vacuum and got to work. We penned the kids in Meredith’s room. No one was happy. Angela was really mad to be dealing with this for the second time in three days. I was pissed because I took a day off from work to enjoy my kids and I really didn’t like my kids at the time. A few hours later of scrubbing on our hands and knees, countless Clorox wipes, a bottle of carpet shampoo and only God knows how much elbow grease; we put the kids to bed for the night in Meredith’s room on the floor. I happily went back to work on Tuesday and God bless my wife for dealing with our little monsters (that is a term of endearment at our house) on a daily basis. No one can do what she does every day.

That was just another day in paradise at the Tille house. Hope you enjoyed it.

Until next time…