peelosophy

Let me preface by saying, I know I say stupid things without thinking of the full ramifications.  I am not without fault especially when it comes to opening my mouth.

So here’s my deal, without fail when I run errands with the kids,  strangers fall head over heels for George.  I can’t really blame them.  Yes – he has two perfectly placed, deep dimples on his chubby cheeks, yes – his clear blue eyes mimic waters off the coast of Bali, yes – he’s at that darling age of 2 1/2, and yes -  he flirts relentlessly from the cart.

Strangers stop us constantly and complement him (or me never know which) on all the above characteristics, that’s all well and sweet.  But it’s how it is said in front of my other children that drives me mad.  The conversation is usually only complementing George, nothing is usually said about my other children.  It’s not my feelings that are being hurt – I think all of my kids are the cutest in the whole world right?  It’s when I glance at Henry when all of this is being said about George.   I can’t imagine what he feels. Ugh, it makes me sick.

One of the things I get all the time is “I will take that one (pointing to George) home with me”.  I mean can we single the kid out anymore?  Obviously, I’m more sensitive because I am their mom.  But it has made me more sensitive when I am complementing other people’s children – I usually check myself if they have siblings.

So the point of my rant is the next time you are doting on that cute kid smiling to you in the frozen food aisle -  take the extra minute to complement his brother or sister too. I guarantee you that that cute younger kid gets noticed a lot more than his older brother or sister counterpart.

Thanks for letting me vent here- it drives me crazy.  It makes me almost as nuts as when someone asks John and I, “Don’t you know how that happens?” referring to our number of children.  People can be so dumb.

p.s. This picture was taken before summer haircuts this year.  It was taken at Sams, I was so excited that their new carts could fit all 4 of the kids – I had to send a picture to John.  It’s the little things like being able to restrain all my children in the cart that I’ve come to appreciate these days – so great.