Today on Facebook, a friend of mine took one of the quizzes that passes through. It was the "How Many Kids Should You Have" quiz and it informed her that she should have two kids. She has three. So I felt the need to take the same quiz. Now based on how old I was going to be when I planned to have children (in my case when I did), how old my mom was when she had me, how many siblings I have and depending on which of the Beatles, the Beach Boys or the Monkees I liked best, the quiz informed me that I was supposed to have six kids. I have no idea what my choice in music had to do with this information and I can't remember what the other question I had to answer was either, but it just knew I was destined to have six kids. So this six kids business I had to share. I called Hubby and informed him that Facebook told me we were supposed to have six kids. His response? "Absolutely Not!" So I calmly informed him that Facebook told me we were supposed to so that should trump his need to not have another child. He did not feel the need that a social network should tell us the number of children to have. I tried!
In baby news though, I have spent the last two days eating up the baby boy that had the
Belle performed tonight along with about 20 other fourth graders from her class for the board of education. They sang a song and performed a song on "boomwhackers" and I swear I knew that song! The song itself was calling something silly like Seriously Wacky or something like that but I know it from an old 50's or 60's song but I just can't put my finger on it. I knew it while they were playing it but my poor child-bearing memory lost it the minute I had to gather three kids and walk out the door to load them into my car. The kids performed well and Bryce and Brady were very well behaved the entire time we waited for the performance to start and finish. I even got quite a few compliments on how Brady decided to carry a book with him to read while waiting and how nice it was to see a boy so devoted to reading. If they only knew! Granted the boys has no qualms about reading and can put away a pretty good sized book (they all can) but he'd rather being playing video games than going through a good book.
After all this babysitting, chauffeuring, laundering, cooking, cleaning stuff that I've had to do over the last couple of days, I feel I've earned a nice, hot bath. So I'm going to enjoy some quiet as the kids sleep and I wind down for bed while plotting out my strategy to get the rest of my six kids.