You have retrieved any or all of the following from your children's mouths at some point: tiny pieces of carpet padding, dried up ground beef from last night's dinner, poinsettia petals (yes, those are poisonous), and self-inking stampers.
You've made more bedding changes in the wee hours of the morning than most people do in one lifetime (you know, during normal human hours).
You become "cross" when forced to watch Thomas the Train. Why do kids like that anyway? It's like the transportation version of Calliou.
You've learned to get over any issues you had pre-motherhood with staring children. You just can't stop an 8-month old from staring at someone in a restaurant. I dare you to try.
You let your 3 year old answer the phone when solicitors call. Give them an earful of "I went potty all by myself!" and "My favorite color is Pinkalicious!" and just see if they call you back again.
You are eternally grateful to the inventor of adjustable waist pants for children. Now if only they'd institute that in ladies pants, the world would be a better place.
People are constantly asking you if you're "done" having kids, and "how many more" you are are planning to have. You've started replying, "We're just getting started" because, if nothing else, it's fun messing with people.
Ironic though it may be, there's nothing more spirit-lifting than to hear your three year old declare that she's grumpy.
The strangest things move you to tears since becoming a mom...like the State Farm commercial that plays the song "I'll Be There" and seeing some random kid hold the door open for a smaller kid at the morning school drop off. (And don't even get me started on country songs.)
You have learned that foot odor is not only for the mature adult. Baby feet stink in leather sandals too.
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On an unrelated note: I have noticed that the number of views on my blog has surpassed 5000! Wow! That probably means very little to anyone else, but it means a lot to me. I'm flattered by your viewership (readership?). Many thanks for reading, and I hope you walk away from this with at least a smile every now and then.
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Behind the Madness
- Jennie
- Just an easily-distracted, excessively-random, 30-something Christian wife and working mom->turned stay at home mom-->turned homeschooling mom of eight perfectly imperfect children. Clearly, I'm just the clay. God's having fun molding me.
My Better Half
Sam had no idea what he signed up for when he married this girl. For over 18 years, he's been my rock, my giggle partner, my best friend.
Bright Ben
Our eldest child - At nearly 12 years, he's really polishing his personality. He speaks no less than a million words per day and doesn't really care who's listening. Great sense of humor, this kid. And he's got a real soft spot for his smallest siblings.
Amazing Abby
At nearly nine years old, she has taken on the role of little mama. She can be counted on to take care of everyone around her. She thrives on praise. You can usually find her outside.
Sweet Sarah
Our middlest child - At six years, she can always be counted on for a big hug or sweet snuggle. She says the most hilarious things. She stays cool under pressure. We're pretty sure she's going to make a great ER nurse/dr some day.
Lovable Leah
Our fourth blessing, at three years old, she is practicing her best attorney skills. Smart as a whip, hilarious, and...passionate, we just adore (not so) little Leah.
Neat Noah
Number 5 - He finally made the sidebar, after nearly two years. He might not have been present on the blog but he has been oh-so-present in our home. This kid is noisy, boisterous, and precious. A force if we've ever had one. But those eyes! And that dimple!
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