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People ask me all the time, and I mean ALL THE TIME. "You sure got your hands full don't you?" Seriously, how did this phrase get so popular around here? I usually just smile and nod (while inside I'm thinking, get a new line people!). Really, though, what does that phrase mean? To me it means my life is busy and full of LIFE.
Full of screaming kids who ask a million questions a day (mostly Danger Boy). 
It's full of constant responsibility for the sweetest creatures that God has given me to care for. 
It gets tiring, but it's a good kind of tired. I also get constant help from the best partner I could hope for. I could not do it without him.
The fullness of my life is what makes it such a joyful and exuberant life. 
It's full of baby smiles, girly giggles, night time snuggles, kisses for no reasons, hugs on demand, and love. 
I could not imagine so much love before I had kids.
It is what makes it the best life for me, and one I could not imagine living without. 
So, when people say, "you got your hands full" I can truthfully say "yes!" and mean it with my all (even if I do hear it every time I go out with the kids!).
Danger Boy was scouring the countryside (or Grandma and Grandpa's backyard) looking for evils that might ruin a wonderful family gathering. He dodged with agility doggy land mines and mole pits. He wove in and out of the treacherous fires of Grandpa's grill. But, lo, an enemy was lurking in the grass, perhaps waiting for it's turn to strike. It was a most irksome foe, one who strikes when lease expected.
Danger Boy turned, and tried to jump away, but THE WASP struck quickly. Twice in swift succession he hit Danger Boy in the back of the ankle, through his sock. Danger Boy screamed, and ran to the aid of Tired Mom who was tending to Miss Mayhem indoors. Tired Mom did an uncharacteristic freak out, since Danger Boy has never tangled with any stinging creatures and she was not sure if he would be allergic to them or not!
As Tired Mom frantically scrambled for ice and wondered whether there was any Benadryl nearby, Grandpa swooped in with some salve that draws out the poison of stings. Danger Boy immediately felt relief from the PAIN of the doubly dastardly sting. To Tired Mom surprise, and despite two distinct stings, there was no swelling or redness. What a relief that at least Danger Boy is free of Tired Mom's dreaded sting allergies!
Full of screaming kids who ask a million questions a day (mostly Danger Boy). 
It's full of constant responsibility for the sweetest creatures that God has given me to care for. 
It gets tiring, but it's a good kind of tired. I also get constant help from the best partner I could hope for. I could not do it without him.
The fullness of my life is what makes it such a joyful and exuberant life. 
It's full of baby smiles, girly giggles, night time snuggles, kisses for no reasons, hugs on demand, and love. 
I could not imagine so much love before I had kids.
It is what makes it the best life for me, and one I could not imagine living without. 
So, when people say, "you got your hands full" I can truthfully say "yes!" and mean it with my all (even if I do hear it every time I go out with the kids!).
