When I think about giving birth to three kids in three and a half years, it does seem crazy. I forget that I did it. It never felt like the kids were born that close together. I cannot imagine my life any other way. In fact, I think I'd pick my nose more. I'd be bored...and I'd miss the snot. Without the triple threat, I would miss out on the hunts for Bigfoot, and I wouldn't know nearly as much about him as I do. Like the fact that he eats peanut butter and jelly sandwiches from the front yard...at night...while we sleep... and he litters. He has robbed Sears. And tried to attack the Easter Bunny. I wouldn't have experienced the delightful sound of Karma Chameleon being played by dueling recorders while we are all
|Dempsey spotted Bigfoot|
|Our best Easter picture...|
|Easter bunny or Bigfoot???|
I wouldn't know that I'm fun too. Because after all, where else do they learn this stuff? I check around for Bigfoot when there's a big mess in the kitchen. I shout out all the wrong words when Karma Chameleon comes on. I scale the walls every day, hoping there is a secret escape hatch in my ceiling. And I sleep with my
And I'm really going to try to keep this mass sex thing under control. I am a mother after all. I'll blame it on their father.
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