With 3 kids...I have become a rubber-neckers delight. There is no glancing sideways or watching behind dark sunglasses. When I go out in public with my little rat pack, people blatantly stare. I tend to make up pretty little stories to go with my picture of chaos. I pretend it's because we are a talented traveling circus. Kids are hanging, climbing, and jumping off of things...abnormal things. Or maybe we look like we are straight off the runway styled to perfection. Wrinkled clothing, mismatched shoes, untamed hair (with strategically hidden food for convenient snacks), spit up or hand prints on the mom, and as always a princess dress & clip on earrings in tow). Perhaps we are a spectacle because we are so well behaved in public, people are looking to see if my children are made out of wax. No, they are just Masters of Concentration (when it comes to picking ones nose or having an accident).
I am almost afraid to leave the house for fear we might make the 10 o' clock news. I am toying with the idea of becoming a shut in, a chocolate dependant recluse. If I do, please send post cards and mementos from the outside world. I shall emerge one day...
**They look harmless enough in these pictures, but don't let these whirling dervishes fool you!
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Funny you mention this...I was telling Jeff last night about how much time I think we will be spending at home when we come to SLC......five kids under five out in public......that could even make the national news!
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