My kids

When Heather and I were waiting in the doctor's office, an older gentleman waiting with us asked how many kids I have and when I told him I had 4 girls, he said that he had 2 kids, 1 boy and 1 girl and that that was perfect, and I was crazy to have 4 kids, and all girls at that. Of course he hadn't seen his grown kids in years, and his daughter only lives 2 hours away, and he said he only heard from them maybe once or twice a year when I asked. I told him I would rather have 4 girls who love me, then 2 kids who don't have the time of day for me. Maybe not the best response, but I get tired of people saying things like that to me. Believe it or not it happens quite a bit (maybe it's just California or something). They tell me 4 kids is sooo many kids, and that all girls must be a curse or something. You gotta love being pregnant, like when I was with Heidi, and when people find out it's "just another" girl they feel sorry for you, or tell you it could be worse. But me, I love all my girls and I love being a girl mom. I wouldn't change it for anything in the world. I am so grateful to have them in my life. They are so beautiful and loving and soo much fun to be with. I love spending time with them. Even when they're whiny, or they pee the bed, or they pee in my bed, or when they come to my bed in the middle of the night with their sharp elbows and knees, after a nightmare, or when they don't pick up their room, or color on the carpet, etc... I still would not trade my kids in. I can't even put into words how much I love them. I'm cuddling Heidi while typing this and it's one of the best feelings in the world. Anyway enough of my ranting, I better finish my other posts.