Playing Princess, complete with a little crown her sister made her out of pipe cleaners.
This last week I've discovered that:
I'm thankful Justus isn't a twin.
Having 4 kids is much easier than having 6.
Three little boys can make a LOT more noise and break a lot more toys than 2 can.
It is possible to cover our entire, enormous living room/schoolroom with paper scraps from little boys cutting paper.
We have enough legos to blanket the boys' whole bedroom carpet.
No matter how compliant or quiet a kid is, they still take emotional energy, meaning that people who say, "Having 3 kids is the same as having 2" or "Once you have 2 or 3, you can have a few more and never even notice!" are WRONG, WRONG, WRONG!
If I don't menu plan religiously and do some bulk cooking once a week, I cannot survive my kids' relentless appetites.
I don't like meat (of any kind) enough to do a high-protein, low-carb diet and eat meat 5 times a day.
I like chocolate waaaaay too much to cut it out of my diet.
It's worth spending the money to go to the chiropracter if you are miserable.
Laughing so hard you can't stand up with friends is my favorite way to burn calories.
No matter how much laundry I do, one of the kids will always complain about something clothing-related, like their socks feel too big, or too small, they can't find clean underwear, or they don't like any of the clean shirts in their bin.