I started a post a while ago and I'm clearly never going to finish it, so here's the partial post I had put together since I may as well get it out there.On Sunday, I packed up all the kids and went up to Baltimore to take them to the Aquarium. My mother met us there, so I had some help, but it was still a lot of work! Well worth it thouh. We did not survive the trip completely unscathed, however. Poor Sam took a tumble on the sidewalk walking from the parking garage to the aquarium. Oh the screaming. Let me paint the picture for you: I was wearing Tobie in a Mei Tai wrap and Julian was walking ahead of me. The triplets were wearing monkey backpack harnesses (the tail of the monkey is a teather that I can hold onto). I was already struggling to keep from getting tangled up in the harnesses, keep up with Julian, and keep Tobie from bouncing around too much when Sam tumbled. Poor Sam was petrified and in a fair bit of pain, too. He got a big bump on his head and a scratched up nose and wanted to be picked up for comfort. And everyone around me was just staring at us. Seriously, people. You don't have to help me if you see me struggling, but the least you could do is politely look the other way instead of staring at the free freak show in front of you. I cannot be the first woman to wander the streets of Baltimore with five children in tow.
Once I calmed Sam down, I put him down and we started to walk again and Julian got hysterical because Sam's nose start bleeding. Perfect. More stares, but I got it cleaned up and everyone was okay. Of course, right after getting Sam all cleaned up, I ran into a fellow board member from my multiples club. She was out without her kids so she looked calm and relaxed. I was out by myself with all five of my kids. I'm sure I did not look calm and relaxed. Oh well. If anyone will understand it will be another mom of multiples.