Steve and I always knew that we wanted to live near a larger city. But I only recently realized one of the truly great things about this.
You don't get recognized (for the most part)! I'm talking about those trips to the grocery store or wherever when the kids are being little terrors. Yeah, it's hard to believe that my angelic kids have terror moments, but they do. In fact, they are now at the age where they team up. I can handle one, but when they are both in feisty moods, there's trouble.
Yesterday we were at the grocery store and I bribed them to sit in the little car cart by getting them miniature balloons. I figured it was better than candy. It was fun alright. We went through the whole store with them bopping their balloons all over the place. And, every person that passed by, they shouted out, "Hi lady. See my balloon." Those were Jack's words. Anna tried to mimick him by just shouting out to random people, "bawoon, bawoon!"
By the time we got through the line, Anna was getting up and just being trouble with a capital T. I ended up carrying her out the store with her screaming and wiggling around like crazy. I know I should have felt embarrassed, but I didn't care at this point. I was just glad I didn't know anyone. I don't mind being the anonymous, "mother with crazy children."