Last night Carolyn and I borrowed a van load of babies. Our good friends Roger and Katie have a four-year-old boy, a two-year-old girl, and twin 3-month-old girls. We took them out to eat, went to the mall, and played at a playground. They are so cute! Some people–including the parents–thought we were crazy for taking on all four of them at the same time. It was definitely tricky, but actually not as difficult as we’d expected.
We had a ton of fun with them, and we’d definitely like to do it again. However…. Sometimes when Carolyn and I borrow someone’s kids, people joke about it being practice. Let’s be clear: having four little ones–especially three who potty in their pants–is not practice. It’s prevention. They’re awesome kids and we had a great time, but I’m convinced that God has given Roger & Katie supernatural powers to be able to tend to them round the clock. It’s pretty amazing when you think about it.
It was kind of funny this morning–Carolyn and I discovered that we both had trouble sleeping because our minds were still in high gear, trying to keep track of all four kids and keep them from crying or running off.
No doubt about it–whether four kids, one kid, or eight: being a parent has got to be the absolute hardest job on the planet!
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