Monday, June 20, 2011

Sweet Spot

From May 31 to August 3, I inhabit that lovely space where, when someone asks how old my children are, I am able to respond "Six, four, and two." No one's eyebrows shoot straight up, and nobody gasps over our misfortune/insanity.

Sometimes, when I'm outside of the sweet spot, I phrase the response to that question as "the boys are three years apart," which doesn't sound so crazy, until I have to mumble "and the girl is right in the middle." Then I walk away as they puzzle through the math in their head.

So, how have you been? I've been meaning to get back to this blog, but honestly, you people just don't mean that much to me.

Kidding! Of course! Mostly.


Auntly H said...

I especially like the end of that sweet spot. ;)

Anonymous said...

That baby is not allowed to be 3. You may stay in the sweet spot for one more year. You're welcome. Aunt Bob.

Violet said...

There's a fair bit of that going on with my peers. Maybe it's because they were in their late 30's when they started their families and need to get them completed while it's still biologically possible.

Julie said...

I let my kids answer, now that the youngest are old enough. That way THEY can be the ones to fend off the "oh, are you twins?" genius question that always follows the announcement that they are both 4.

Welcome back! I have missed you!