Strangers say the darndest things. One that I hear quite frequently is "Are they all yours?!" Sometimes it's asked with awe, sometimes with simple astonishment and I swear that sometimes, it comes with more than a hint of horror... as in "they couldn't possibly ALL be yours, could they?!"
No matter how the question is posed, it strikes me as a bit odd. I mean really, why would I go through the hassle of lugging so many kids around if they didn't all belong to me? And where praytell might I find a bunch of babies who look curiously alike to one I already have? I mean really people, the triplets are identical! Of course they all belong to me!
Despite the number of times I've fielded this rather obtrusive and bizarre query, I found myself suddenly struck by a similar thought as we took all the kids to the pool for the first time last weekend. As I observed their jolly splishing and splashing, I couldn't help but think something like this...
YIKES!!! ALL these kids belong to me! And all five of them are near/in the water! And only one of them can swim! We need swim lessons! We need life jackets! I need octopus arms! Oh where oh where did my husband go?!
My panic subsides as he returns and together we watch our brood frolic poolside. With a certain smug satisfaction, we look at each other and smile. Because they are indeed ours. All ours. And that makes us pretty darn lucky.
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I just love this post and the picture! They look so adorable! And I liked the way you ended it - rather touching.
PS - how do you get the babies to keep their hats on? mine just eats them, and bibs too.
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