I am 28 and my wife and I have 4 children, 3 years old and under. While some call my wife Fertile Myrtle, it probably doesn't help that I am Ready Freddy!
We have a son who is 3 years old, two 2-year-old fraternal twins and a 3-week-old son. My wife has been sleeping with the newborn in the extra room. The 3-year-old and 2-year-old boys share a room. They go through spells of waking up and coming downstairs once an hour for a week every month or so. I take them upstairs and put them back in bed as much as necessary.
This morning after taking them back upstairs several times both me and my wife decided to risk sleeping in a little bit. At about 7:30am when we decided to wake up, we couldn't find our daughter. Typically she is busy screaming and squealing due to her brothers jumping on her or taking her dolls.
My wife went upstairs to find her. She discovered our daughter had found the lotion and Vaseline and was scooping them onto all 50 tortillas spread all over the play room. I was still downstairs when I heard, "WHAT IN THE HECK IS GOING ON UP HERE!" Then I heard a small voice answer, "I making quesadillas, Mom."
I tell these stories to friends and get scoffed at with things like "Haven't you ever heard of birth control?" or "You must be crazy to have more than one!" It makes me sad to think that people would rather not have these fun moments to look back on. With only ten more kids to be had I feel like my 84 grandchildren will be easily obtained before I am 60.
Have a great day and "Ma'am" someone for me.