You there, the one without kids:

What is happening here.

So, we are having to fix the motor on our hot tub. I went to the pool store yesterday to get some things straightened out and this is what the guy said to me when I entered the store- very pregnant, one baby on my hip and another holding my hand: "Decided to bring the whole family to the pool store, huh? Family outing? You didn't wanna bring the family dog too? The cat? The goldfish? Heh." What I wanted to say back to him was really not appropriate- for my mouth or the blog. Does he think I really want to parade around town in too tight clothes and wedges, straight from a school tour, into his dirty pool store- sweating, with hungry children, and talk to him about a hot tub motor? I could have gone to jail yesterday.

When I also could have been arrested for disorderly conduct? When we recently went to try out a new burger joint in town. It was slammed. There were no empty tables. Like a lot of restaurants here in the big city, this place has family style tables. You know, you share. So we see a table for 6 with 2 occupants and decide to go for it. The people already sitting waved me over. K headed outside with Jake to let Chamblee wait for the train to go by and I went for the table, to hold our spot. I said to the lady, "Mind if we sit here?" and she said "Not at all! There's more than enough room for you two." Nice enough. I casually said something about having our two kids with us, as I effortlessly slung my 40 pound diaper bag into the chair, and all. went. south. She made a face. And then she actually opened her mouth. She scrunched her nose up and said, "Ooh. Eh. I mean, do they cry?" I shot her a look. Most of you know which one. And countered, "I mean. they're babies." Nimrod.
We didn't sit at that table. We sat directly beside them and I smiled in victory as my kids sat still and quietly and ate their lunch without complaining and we giggled and talked without food in our mouths and the woman sat at her table in silence. To be fair, I don't know how this happened. It was only, truth be told, God shining his grace down on me and in His very own way giving me a smirk and a pat on the back for keeping my ever-loving mouth shut and fists to myself.

People are crazy. Me included. But mostly people without kids, around people with a bunch of 'em.
Quick. Someone follow me around with a hidden camera and capture all the looks I get for having 2 beautiful children and a bump. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I wanna cry, sometimes I stare back. and give a little neck check. You know what I'm talking about. Fist bump. 

Haven't you heard? 

Don’t you see that children are God’s best gift?
    the fruit of the womb his generous legacy?
Like a warrior’s fistful of arrows
    are the children of a vigorous youth.
Oh, how blessed are you parents,
    with your quivers full of children!
Your enemies don’t stand a chance against you;
    you’ll sweep them right off your doorstep.
Psalm 127:3

Sweep, sweep. 

Until Next Time,
The Guff