Our house
is a very, very, very fine house
with 3 kids in the car
I can't believe I thought fewer was hard...
Did you sing that to the tune of that one song that has almost the same words-- well that's what I intended.
We have been go-go-go since the week started. I think adding number four scares me into thinking that we'll be confined to the house because there's no way I could possibly handle four in public. I know this won't happen, but it explains why I'm trying to squeeze so much into our days.
We spent this week visiting the library, a restaurant, day care, Mops, grocery store, and Target. Not to forget that after dropping off Kenli at preschool two other days of the week we visited the play area at the mall so the little girls could expend some energy. And most importantly, folks, this all has to be done between the hours of 8:30 and noon-- because then we're down for naps. And I'm flyin' solo as the only adult playing in this diaper bags, stroller, carseats, loading, unloading, holding hands, baby carrying, cart pushing, bag carrying, potty breaking, watching every move they make circus show.
On our many adventures we have obviously come across quite a few people. Yes, I've seen the stares, smiles and fingers pointing. I've heard the commonly stated words, "Wow, you have your hands full!" I feel as if this is simply another fact of life- like if these words and looks weren't exchanged while we were perusing the vegetable aisle I just might think something was off.
Fortunately, I really haven't had anybody commit a serious offense with their comments. I see the smiles that come with the "hands full" comments, so I just smile back. But the one comment I am starting to get annoyed with concerns the gender of all my children.
People obviously see me holding the hand of either Brownie or Peach (they are holding hands as well) and Bug sitting on my pregnant belly.
An older lady (because it's always an older lady): "Oh my, all girls, huh?
Me: "Yep, all girls. Even this one (pointing to the belly).
Older lady: "Wow, I bet Daddy's ready for a boy."
Me: "Actually, he's definitely a father of little girls. He's very happy to have all girls."
Older lady smiles and we part ways.
Now, really, this scenario doesn't bother me much for the fact that I could see myself making the same assumptions. But what bothers me is that they assume my little girls won't be offended- even if little girls don't know what it means to be offended.
We know how little kids think (well, kind of) and they take blame for everything. The sky could fall from the heavens and a young child would think it happened because he didn't pick up his toys. I digress...
My point is, if they hear a stranger say daddy must have wanted a boy, I'm afraid one of my young babes might feel that they aren't the child daddy wanted. This has yet to come up, and I pray that it never does. Hopefully, the love daddy (and I) shower them with each day lets them know that they are the exact child we want--that they are perfect.
*Stay tuned for two more posts about stranger comments.
1 comment:
argh. i get frustrated at the people who say...oh you finally got your boy. we were not 'trying' to 'get a' boy. we just were blessed with one. now people are saying you can be done. why do 'people' get to determine that? stay strong. and you SO will be able to handle four. adding one more won't phase you. :0)
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