Full Hands

I was out for a walk, pushing the two older kids in the double stroller and wearing Evie in the backpack.  Jude wasn't up for walking yet, but wanted some fresh air.  As we were admiring our neighbor's display of lights, she looked at me and said, "You have your hands full!"

I get this comment a lot - almost anytime that I'm out and about with the three kids.  Whenever someone says this to me, I can't help but smile.  I think of my maternal grandmother who had 7 children in 7 years -  all girls and two sets of twins.  And I think to myself - "Three kids?  This would have been a piece of cake for her.  It would have been a break!"

Dan was imagining what it would be like to go for a walk with 7 kids 7 and under.   He says I'd have to call West Coast Customs to have them trick out my stroller to make it capable of handling 7 kids.  Maybe throw in a killer sound system and some spinners on the stroller wheels.  Either he's trying to be funny or he's making plans for his Subaru Outback.  Let's hope it's the former. 

My amazing grandparents and their girls