"Are they all yours?"
"Are you finally done?"
"Wow, you've got your hands full."
I'm not exaggerating when I say that every.last.time. I am out with my four kids some stranger comes up to comment about the number of children I have. I usually laugh it off and tell them how blessed I am because I'm perfectly aware that in Los Angeles especially we are quite a circus, but recently Talmage told me it really bugs him. "It's kind of rude, don't you think Mom? It's like they think we have too many people and that's none of their business." It isn't their business, he's right, but I helped him understand that all four of our children are amazing, talented, capable and wanted and I feel blessed to be their mom...and also people are just fascinated by our family, and that's OK!
Anyway, all this to say that last weekend when we had to go to Costco on a Saturday and were lucky enough to have James along I saw him pushing a cart with four precious babies in tow and my very first shocking thought was, "Wow, he's got his hands full!" Can you believe it? I'm not even kidding!
I get it now. That still wouldn't be my first comment to him were he not my hunky husband (maybe saying, "What a beautiful family" or "You're doing a great job" or "You're so lucky to have these kids" would be nice), but I get it!
James and our "handful" who I absolutely adore.
And these two pictures of our little hot dogs eating their hot dogs were some of my favorite-ever captures of them.