And also because my ovaries tell me that these are the cutest kids ever to walk the planet. Of course, my ovaries are not to be trusted, but I think if I had ever been this beautiful, my life would have turned out much different. I would be Queen of Lichtenstein by now, at the very least.
Also, I feel bad that I complain about my kids so much, and I want you to know that if I did not think they were the most gorgeous creatures ever to grace . . . hmm, I already said that, huh? Anyway, if they weren’t beautiful, I would complain that much more. Just call me Shallow Mom. (Hey, is that domain taken?)
First day of swim lessons today. Don’t you just want to take small bites out of all that smooth skin?
Look at those eyes. Dick and I have green eyes. Sally got blue from both grandfathers and Susan got brown from one of her Grandma’s eyes. Not “one of her Grandmas,” but from one Grandma who has one green and one brown eye.
I know we’re not supposed to have favorites, but this one was my favorite for three years and eight months. She’s still my favorite whenever I see her reading a book that I loved when I was younger. Right now she’s reading Andrew Lang’s Green Fairy Book. Any nightmares will be referred to Daddy.
We call Sally freckle face, and have forcibly desensitized her to our teasing enough that she takes it as a compliment. Of course it helps that Dick and I each sport a million freckles ourselves. (And that she is still young enough to want to be like Mom and Dad).
This one, I confess, is my favorite stinker of them all. No forgotten middle child in this family.
Seriously, I hear those awful commercials on the radio for kid modelling agencies, where they probably want to charge you thousands of dollars to take a headshot, and I think, if only this kid weren’t the most recalcitrant, uncooperative, recidivist child in the universe, we could be millionaires. MILLIONAIRES!
I gotta go ferbert Susan’s arm right now. Be right back.
This one isn’t indoctrinated into the picture-posing protocol yet. Also, she doesn’t like to smile on cue. But we’ll probably keep her, at least until something better comes along.
Or until we have to start supporting her shoe habit.
Spot gets her extreme self-sacrificing nurturing of her babies at the expense of her own needs from her mom. She’s picking that strawberry FOR the baby.
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You do have some beauties! I love their swimming suits and that I was there when you bought them. How were swimming lessons?
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Great shots.
I too have 3 kids, and found it hard to believe how I could share the love I felt for my first child, when the second one was born – how could I possibly fit some more love in my heart? Of course I now know how you don’t have to love one less to make room for more, but your heart just swells to fit all that love in! But I am stopping at 3, just in case my heart bursts
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That is some spectacular babiness. Those kids ARE gosh darn beautiful.
(Can you tell my husband has been out of town? I think I’ve been on your blog like 50 million times – so bored without my own personal clown).
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Very nice, very nice. Almost as cute as my babies.
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Jan Mary — I actually woke up in the middle of the night, and my first thought was, Oh no, I forgot to write that Spot is now my favorite because she’s the baby. But, as you say, that’s obvious, they’re ALL my favorite.
Also, stopping at three sounds good to me too, at least for now!!
Beth — And here I just thought you couldn’t get enough of me
. I spend a lot of time online when my husband is gone too.
Jane, you should know that much of Dick’s character was formed in swimming classes, swim clubs, and swim meets. For one thing, he learned to put his head down and hold his breath for a long time, and you’ve no doubt noticed how hard it is to get a good argument going when one puts his head down and holds his breath. I may very well still have some of his many blue ribbons from that era.
My little Tatertot is a freckle face — just like his dad. There’s something about a kid with freckles…Rockwellian.
I’ve got my three in swim lessons (me with the youngest) all at the same time, same pool.
I’m the crazy mom in the pool, singing with my toddler, then hollering at my five year old (NO! Do NOT jump in until the teacher tells you to!) and praising my almost seven-year-old (who is so deeply entrenched in the positive feedback loop that I’m starting to see visions of Tracy Flick in her future).
I hope your swim lessons are a bit easier!
It’s always a delight reading your blog. What gorgeous girls you have!
Alas, my three oldest still await the call for swimming lessons. The list is so long, I should sign the baby up now too.
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I’m the same way. I complain up and down, but when I see how cute the kids are I always feel bad. I’d like to call a modeling agency for my boy as well. I just KNOW we’d be millionaires if he’d only behave for 30 seconds. Sweet babies you have.
There is a cute book called “Freckleface Strawberry” by Julianne Moore that you and your daughter might like =).
Thank you for the family focus and bragging that blogs were meant for
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Oh I love those freckles!!!
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