Oliver just decided that he would rather be down that held. Sad.
In other news, Noah was back in the Dr's office yesterday. I will spare you the details as it involves the diaper area. I called hoping to get a "just watch him" order, but instead he wanted to see him. So, I bundled them all up, packed them into the car, drove six blocks to the office, unpacked them all, drug them into the office, did my best to keep them all calm and quiet while we waited, shuffled them in once our name was called and attempted to occupy them once again in the small crowded room (those rooms are not designed for five people...not matter how small the people are). I must say, however, they have gotten great practice in "how to behave in an office." They take one or two small toys and ammuse themselves in one chair.
I did find out that Noah weighs 19 lbs now. That is about all. No other symptoms, he isn't acting sick, just another weird fluke I guess. His Dr said that sometimes he thinks of Noah and says "what in the world is going on with that kid!?"
So, we shuffled back into the waiting room, back into the car, and clambered inside. Two hours later we were back where we started from.
The people in the Dr. office are used to me now. The comments have turned to sympathetic chuckles and helping hands with the doors. But venturing out to stores is a different story. Of course, with four small children, I expect comments. Let's face it, this just ins't the norm anymore. At WinCo a lady said in passing with a sweet smile, "This must be a day care." When I said (with the same sweet smile) "Nope...they're all mine." She stopped. The smile dropped from her face and "your kidding" almost immediately fell from her lips. taking care of day care kids: acceptable. Taking care of my own: weirdo.
Honestly, I don't mind comments like this so long as I don't have to hear "You really have your hands full!" Again at the grocery store, I had heard that one too many times and (as both babies were attached to me in their carriers) I quickly remarked "actually they are pretty empty at the moment."
Mostly I don't mind. Sometimes I get tired of it. Other times I just don't really have the time to stop and chat with strangers before the meltdowns start for a needed snack or nap.
I went to the store by myself the other day and felt so...normal. No one stared, no one talked to me. I was just a typical shopper. And I was fast!
I must say it is nice when Josh accompanies me. Yesterday, for instance we split up. I took a list and two kids and he did the same. We got through the isles without having to call out "tight squeeze" (which usually sends the older two to designated spots at the front and back of the cart) and we made it through the checkstand in record time. Before we left the store we realized that Noah was missing his hat and Ollie was missing a sock. On a normal day, I would have marked it off as a loss. But with Josh, I could stay by the cart and he shot through the isles and found both. Maybe we will be shopping together more often.
Needless to say I have been staying home. It is better that way. However, I just realized that Christmas is a week away and the kids have nothing under the tree yet. Internet shopping deadlines have passed unless I want to pay for quick shipping. Oh well...presents are overrated. :)