I have noticed something interesting. We went to the zoo today, and then this evening we went grocery shopping. It is amazing the number of people that stop and ask if Andrew is a boy and if we have four boys. It seems like those that DON'T stop us and ask - just look!
Those that do stop us and ask then give us stories about their children of all the same sex or of a friend or friend of a friend of a friend that has three or four of the same sex.
What I think is so interesting about it is that when it was just the three boys, sometimes people would stop and ask if they were all ours, and "wow, three boys!" But, when we all go somewhere since Andrew got here (and really even when I was pregnant) - we ALWAYS get stopped and ALWAYS have people looking!
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My Life in a Nutshell
- A Princess, five guys - then me!!
- In a little more than a nutshell: I am married with 5 boys and we just got our (surprise) little girl. I should probably clarify by letting you know that only 4 of the boys are young children, the other one just acts like a young child. I am very girly, which makes for an interesting life - living in a house dominated by males (in all their glory). I blog so that maybe someday the kids can look back at this and see what they put me through - and what they can expect from their kids, someday!! Also, so that our family in far away lands can keep up with what is going on in our crazy lives.
Why Mud Puddles and Dandelions?
When my husband first saw this title, he asked if it was because I was supposed to be THE dandelion surrounded by mud (all the boys). I guess it could mean that, but I read this one day and it really touched my heart and made me think:
When I look at a patch of dandelions, I see a bunch of weeds that are going to take over my yard. My kids see flowers for Mom and blowing white fluff you can wish on.
When I look at an old drunk and he smiles at me, I see a smelly, dirty person who probably wants money and I look away. My kids see someone smiling at them and they smile back.
When I hear music I love, I know I can't carry a tune and don't have much rhythm so I sit self-consciously and listen. My kids feel the beat and move to it. They sing out the words. If they don't know them, they make up their own.
When I feel wind on my face, I brace myself against it. I feel it messing up my hair and pulling me back when I walk. My kids close their eyes, spread their arms and fly with it, until they fall to the ground laughing.
When I pray, I say thee and thou and grant me this, give me that. My kids say, "Hi God! Thanks for my toys and my friends. Please keep the bad dreams away tonight. Sorry, I don't want to go to Heaven yet. I would miss my Mommy and Daddy."
When I see a mud puddle I step around it. I see muddy shoes and dirty carpets. My kids sit in it. They see dams to build, rivers to cross, and worms to play with.
I wonder if we are given kids to teach or to learn from? No wonder God loves the little children! Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. - Author Unknown
When I look at a patch of dandelions, I see a bunch of weeds that are going to take over my yard. My kids see flowers for Mom and blowing white fluff you can wish on.
When I look at an old drunk and he smiles at me, I see a smelly, dirty person who probably wants money and I look away. My kids see someone smiling at them and they smile back.
When I hear music I love, I know I can't carry a tune and don't have much rhythm so I sit self-consciously and listen. My kids feel the beat and move to it. They sing out the words. If they don't know them, they make up their own.
When I feel wind on my face, I brace myself against it. I feel it messing up my hair and pulling me back when I walk. My kids close their eyes, spread their arms and fly with it, until they fall to the ground laughing.
When I pray, I say thee and thou and grant me this, give me that. My kids say, "Hi God! Thanks for my toys and my friends. Please keep the bad dreams away tonight. Sorry, I don't want to go to Heaven yet. I would miss my Mommy and Daddy."
When I see a mud puddle I step around it. I see muddy shoes and dirty carpets. My kids sit in it. They see dams to build, rivers to cross, and worms to play with.
I wonder if we are given kids to teach or to learn from? No wonder God loves the little children! Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. - Author Unknown
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I WISH YOU BIG MUD PUDDLES AND SUNNY YELLOW DANDELIONS!!
I WISH YOU BIG MUD PUDDLES AND SUNNY YELLOW DANDELIONS!!
2 comments:
Wait until people start coming up and asking if you know what causes babies...That happen to me a couple of times, finally I just said yes and we had SOOOO much fun that we just couldn't stop!! the busybody humphed and walked off. I know I had the last laugh because I still laugh about it. You will be totally amazed what rude comments can come from people who are seemingly well mannered.
Love, Mom
I have four girls. The youngest is 6 months old. Same deal, except they always add, "Your poor husband." What the heck is that about?
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