I have some really helpful children. Walmart took longer than expected, and I mentioned on my way home that I was in a bit of a hurry to get food ready in time for our dinner appointment.
Quincy and Corbin brought in ALL of the groceries and put almost all of them away while Reese put Soren in the high chair and fed him a yogurt. Then, the girls put on a tv show for Corbin, and went to their room and picked out their clothes for the week (they were out of school today).
While I was at Walmart, an older man looked at me and my brood of excited shoppers and said,
"Don't you and your husband ever think to just go to the movies?"
I didn't understand his joke, and replied, "Oh all the time! We love date night."
Wait. Why?
"Well are ALL these kids yours?"
Oh. You mean these AWESOME kids? The one's standing right here, listening to you say they shouldn't exist?
"Yes. They are. They're the greatest."
Since when is four kids the new "too many"?
Why is any number too many? Or not enough? Go worry about the children who don't have mother's at all. Mine are doing just fine and they adore each other. How could anyone look at my perfect little ginger and say to my face that I should've stopped before him?
Sometimes, moments in my house are totally crazy. Today had some of those moments, like right before nap time when one tired child bit another tired child for refusing to share a toy. But for the most part, every time I looked around, one child was helping another with something, and that makes me really, very happy.
Who needs the movies? I've got quite a show with four fabulous little thespians happening right in my own home.
If I had a dollar for every time someone said to me, "Two girls and two boys? Now you are done." I'd be rich. I like to think that my two boys and two girls are what make me rich.
