Walking around with five children is sure to bring some stares, and many comments. I've heard most of them repeatedly--it generally starts with, "Wow, are those all yours?" and then moves to, "You sure have your hands full!" or some other variation on that theme. It doesn't really bother me, unless it is rude or all that chatting is taking my attention away from a wandering/yelling/climbing/thrashing/embarrassing child. Yes, my hands are full, but it's great, isn't it?
I got two new comments recently, and I thought I'd share...
I was at the library with all of them, starting the summer reading program. The librarian knows me and my three younger girls from story time, but hadn't met Scott and Emma. When we got our papers, she said, "Are all of these yours?" I said yes, expecting the usual follow-up. Instead she said, "You are so BLESSED!" It made my day! I said, "Yes, I am!" and went away smiling, remembering how blessed I really am to get to spend my days with five of my very favorite people on the earth, even when they are wandering/yelling/climbing/thrashing/embarrassing.
The second comment came during our very recent vacation (with a post to follow, when I have the energy for it!). We stayed at a hotel on the way home, which had free breakfast. An older gentleman came up to me as I was getting food for everyone, and said, "You two have a great looking family." I said thanks, and he said, "No fatties!" Ben and I laughed about that one for a while.
We do have full hands, and full hearts.

(Me with four fifths of my troupe waiting for
Shamu)