The most frequent comment I get when I'm out with all six of the baby dills is, You've got your hands full!
Which is very much true. My hands are full.
Even when I only have Clover and Drummer in tow, I get that comment.I usually just smile and say, yes, but I don't know that it's always meant as a compliment. It's kind of like when people say "You cut your hair!" Yes. I know. I was there.
Wouldn't it be better to say, wow, you are managing all those kids so well! Or, you are great at juggling! if they want to be clever.
It's fine, really, that people don't choose their words more carefully, more precisely to convey what they mean, some people just want to acknowledge my little crowd.
I'll try not to nit pick about such things, because I know I'm guilty. Like when I say funny and I don't really mean laugh-worthy. Sometimes I'll begin a sentence, do you know what's funny, Ryan will ask with a smirk, do you really mean funny?, even before I finish my train of thought, because I usually don't.Okay, so not laughable funny, more an interesting funny. I'll usually say hilarious when I mean funny. Like when Clover asked the other day, will you buy me mom things and ballet things because when I grow up I want to be a mom and a ballerina. I'm not sure what she means by mom things, but I said of course! And she was happy.
Just a few things that had my hands full this weekend.
So, even if it's not meant as a compliment, I'd rather have my hands full than not.
ps does anyone know what those orange flowers are? they now reseed themselves every year and I adore them, but would like to call them by their proper name instead of hollow, fuzzy stemmed beauty of a flower.
pps such a bittersweet milestone to give Drummer his first little haircut! It was long enough to make a little ponytail, but then I had to remind myself that I finally got my boy :)