today at costco i had about 20 people (not really that many) say "are they ALL yours?" or "please tell me that those are not all yours" or one of my favs "are they twins?" seriously, it is not hard to count to 3. these comments are not what bother me, but more in the way they are delivered. it always involves a scrunched up nose and a furrowed brow. and it is always followed with "better you than me". i hate that. i could understand if one of the children were throwing super-sized bananas or punching random employees, but it is when they are being sweet and obedient and saying hello. at the airport yesterday, this family was talking about me and the girls as though we were not 12 inches away. apparently when you have multiples, your ability to overhear is lost. i no longer make eye contact when i hear "look at them! they must be twins." i am unable to tell if they are speaking to me or about me. either way it is a conversation i would rather not have. who says to a total stranger, "i bet you wish that hadn't happened!" i think the "that" is my beautiful girls. and no, so far i have not wished for any of them to not be here. ( well, not permanently, anyway.) i guess they do not know how loud and high pitched lauren can be, and that it makes us laugh every time she talks. or how claire can befriend anyone and loves to wrap around my leg and say "i love you, momma". and how emma would prefer to spend her days curled around you like a koala bear and cannot start her mornings without being cuddled and having her back scratched. and anna- she is like speaking to an adult sometimes. i could have conversations with that kid all day. life is certainly always busy. sometimes i feel it is bigger than i can handle. but they are so cute and growing up so fast...it is better me than them for sure.
