Seven Quick Takes

1.
Having more kids is like training for a marathon.  Did you know that?  You know when you start running and you think you're going to die if you take another step but you keep going and eventually your body gets used to it?  And then you get used to running those three or four or five miles and if you were to go back to running just a mile it would seem like a breeze?  Not that I would really know that after my thirty seven second foray into running over a year ago but I've heard that's how it works.  Anyway, it's the same thing with parenting.  With each baby you have moments of feeling like your whole world is rocked and how in the world are we ever going to do this and maybe I just wasn't cut out for this.  Or maybe you don't.  I've never been one of those "oh! another baby?  No big deal!" type of people.  But eventually you sort of find your groove.  And it's still hard but you get used to that level of hard.  And then your husband takes two of them on a trip and man, having two kids when you're used to four feels like a BREEZE, despite the fact that you still have the needier two.  But I never would have said that when I "only" had two.

It reminds me of what my mom used to say when people would ask her how she had SEVEN kids.  "One at a time."
(Moms of multiples clearly develop superhuman powers.)

2.
But talk to me on Tuesday.  I may just want to come back and kick myself in the face for writing that.

3.
Last week I was invited to be part of a fancy focus group for our local talk radio station.  And by invited I mean they sent out a mass email and I was one of those lame enough to be lured in by the promise of free pizza and a restaurant gift card and opinionated enough to actually have a lot to say on the subject.  It was really interesting and fun even though I got stuck with the chair RIGHT in front of the two way mirror where people were staring at us making me too self-conscious to enjoy my free food.  I mean, really, it is inherently impossibly to eat a chicken wing daintily and without looking like a slob and I was hoping they'd actually listen to my opinion with some note of dignity rather than be distracted by my noshing.  (I did, however, take my plate with me when I left.  Pride be damned for chicken wings.)  I think, though, that I have found a future life calling.  Getting free things to be annoyingly opinionated?  Yes, please.

4.
Last week we got our newest batch of meat chicks.  I told Brian I was okay with ten, maybe twelve.  So he compromised and got nineteen.



5.

Does this count, Cari??  Even if they're destined for the dinner table?

6.
I really like this article Have American Parents Got it All Backwards? or as I like to call it, Guilt Relief for When the Toddler Has Found the Knives and You Realize Your First Concern is That He Will Scratch Your Countertop.

7.
For the g'rents.  But if you want to suffer from a mild cute attack, you can watch, too.


And pretty much the same thing but even longer:



Happy Friday, y'all!
 Joining Jen the Scorpion Slayer and Cari the Fisher Cat Fearer for Friday fun.


10 comments

  1. He's got a great arm!! And how is your house so white and clean with FOUR boys?? You're amazing!

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  2. I was wondering the same thing and I only have three boys!!

    I read that article too. I agree with it. I think, there are times, when we are way too protective of our children and what they do.

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  3. Super cute chicken! (and kids!). I totally know what you mean about how just 1 or 2 kids feels EASY when you are used to 3 or 4. Funny how that works.

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  4. Thank you , thank you, thank you! It is a good thing that i can't wear out the video from watching it over and over. Luke is getting so big. Changes come so quickly at this age. Pictures are great but videos are wonderful. Long distance hugs.

    Grandma & Grumpy

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  5. Superhuman powers? Ya think??? :)

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  6. I want Luke babe - can he come over here for a day?

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  7. I love that your marathon simile (?) is purely hypothetical :) I too have had unsuccessful forays into running and I always end up quitting and saying something about "I just don't get it"--or maybe more along the lines of "this is too hard and I don't like feeling like I can't breathe".....but babies? Babies I can do! Although now that I'm thinking about it, I guess there is a fair bit of "I can't breathe" involved in that as well :)

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