Embracing Life

Picture this:  Tuesday night. Bath night.  Half-naked kids running around while daddy fills up the tub.  Keira hands me her shorts.  Then her diaper.  I tell her to go find Daddy. She comes back into her room.  Her hands are wet.  She looks at me and cries, "WET!"  She seems upset.  I think to myself, that's weird, she likes to stick her hands in the bath water... It was then I noticed her feet were wet too.  I call to Keith, "Did Keira stick her hands in the tub?" "No." Well, then.  How come she is wet? I look out to hall.  Hmmmmmm............. In her excitement to take a tubby, she peed and ran down the hall.  Large wet spot here; another one over there. I get her into the bathroom.  Corral her brothers into the bathroom. I get two towels for the large wet spots on the carpet. Later, Keith asked me how many places did she pee?  My answer: "Well based on the number of wet spots I've stepped o...

Last night, as I was rocking a sick little boy, trying to wait for a cue he might throw up, (those cues I missed the night before when he did throw up, all over me...), I thought back to a conversation I had with my mom on Easter. We were at my grandma's house, and she was resting on the couch. We were sitting in the middle of the chaos of five children, 5 and under, running around and creating general mayhem. Out of the blue, my lovely mother said four very shocking words: "You should have another." I looked around in general disbelief, wondering who she was talking to. I could see my three children: Connor, fighting with his cousin Lexi, over who got which Mickey figuerine (they were basically the same), Keira, marching around singing her made-up song and eating a pretzel stick, crumbs flying everywhere, and Colin, standing on a small chair and falling backwards into my arms because he thought was a fun game, over and over again. I responded with, "Thanks, but ...