Being the considerate wife that I am, I got Ben the Father's Day gift he has always wanted: the chance to be a dad to six kids! Let me tell you, he was THRILLED.
The best part was walking into church with Ben and our six kids (all under the age of seven). Our ward boundaries were just realigned, so this was the first Sunday in our new ward, and I'm sure everyone who didn't know us thought we were nuts! Several people asked me how old our daughters were, so I know many people assumed they were all ours!
Anyway, so Ben had the privilege of keeping the wee ones quiet during church while I took care of Sam and occasionally helped by passing a book or a package of fruit snacks down the pew. Apparently I'm really good at ignoring other people's kids when they are loud in church, because I didn't even realize that a few of "our" kids were being quite noisy until I looked over and saw how stressed Ben looked, sitting between a bunch of kids with one on his lap, trying to hush the others. I was just about to be responsible and start helping when I noticed Sam probably needed a diaper change, only to look down and realize that his diaper had just exploded out the leg of his pants, ALL OVER my white skirt! Aah! So I couldn't help it - I escaped and left Ben even more alone to live up to his role of Father of the Year.
Other than church, it turned out to be a pretty fun (albeit exhausting) day. It was fun to have some girls in our house for a change.
Doesn't he look like he could pull it off? Just for the record, we're not planning on six kids . . . but maybe five! We still need our two girls, right? Doesn't it look RIGHT to see Ben with boys and girls?
Ben really is just the best sport ever. He always goes along with my crazy plans and is ALWAYS here when I need him and is willing and happy to help with all sorts of kid-related fun.
And let me tell you; these three boys love him to pieces. As soon as 5:45 rolls around, nothing in the house matters unless it's related to D-A-D. In fact, I pretty much don't even try talking to either of the big boys after Ben gets home, because they just say, "I'm not talking to you! I'm asking DAD!" I don't blame them. All I want to do is talk to Ben too (but I usually don't bother trying that either until the little chatterboxes are in bed!).
[I took this picture after lunch today when EVERYONE (except me) wanted to sit on Dad's lap. And Henry wanted his picture taken with pizza all over his face].
2 comments:
hmm... why not just go for six Jenn? You know it is doable, even with them all under the age of seven. And you would for sure get your girls then!You two are such cute parents!
I feel ya. I've been watching an extra 5 and 2 year old for a week and it is definitely making me feel good about me stopping at 3 decision. The extra dishes alone are killing me. I have to take them to church this Sunday...we'll see how that goes.
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