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Saturday, March 03, 2007


Today I saw one of the best things of my life. Well, let me back track a second. When we were deciding whether or not to have a fourth child, I talked to a lot of people with four or more children. I got the same response from all of them: If you can survive the transition from two tothree children, you can survive anything. And they were right. Hannah has just fit into our family so perfect. I barely notice a difference in the amount of work. Not one child has been jealous of her either. When I need to nurse her, then understand and patiently wait. When I need to do something, one of them will sit there and talk to her and keep her company. They are all in love with her. Which brings me to today.

I wanted to go do something, I can't remember what it was now, but it's not important anyways. I sat Hannah in our big chair and asked Ryan to entertain her. He entertains her like any six year old boy entertains people: by making fart noises. When I walked back into the room, I saw a sight that took my breath away. Ryan making silly noises, really hamming it up, and Hannah laughing so hard at him she was falling over and almost crying. My heart almost exploded from the cuteness.

Things like that show me that we made the right choice. Some people think that four children are a lot. We've gotten the "You know what causes that don't you?", and I get "You sure have your hands full" every single time we go anywhere. For the record-yes, we know what causes it. Obviously we like it. And 2.-yes, my hands are full but I wouldn't have it any other way! Instead of commenting, why don't you help me with that door over there?

If and when they are left without parents, I take comfort in the knowledge that they will have each other. They'll have Ryan to lead them and make fart noises, Lindsay to be bossy yet caring, Logan to be the strong and silent type, and Hannah to laugh. And they'll be ok.

*I dedicate this post to my friend Michelle and her seven gorgeous children. Michelle, if they all turn out the way the first seven have, then I hope you have a dozen.


Michelle said...

Dang it, you made me cry!!!! Thank you Meghann :) You are doing an amazing job and what you just described is the reason I have so many. It's hard to describe the joy that comes from seeing your children love, care for and thoroughly enjoy each other. That laughter is what makes each of my days so worth living.

You are an amazing mother and I know your children are blessed to have you!

angi said...

this is what it's all about :)

Emily said...

Awwww! Your post made me cry! That's great that your kiddos can get along & help each other out. Shows what a good mommy you are. :-)