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Parenting 101: Lesson 1 - it's hard

My parents failed to mention that parenting is hard.  Obviously they had it pretty easy, or this little oversight would never have happened.  They are responsible adults after all. 

Five and a half years in to this parenting gig, and the reality that it is hard continues to hit me on a regular basis.  For a hot second, we thought we were getting the hang of it with our two vivacious boys.  God doesn't let pride take hold for long I've noticed.  Just when we started patting ourselves on the back, He helped us back to our knees with the addition of two more...girls.  

We don't do girls.  

Or at least we didn't.  God decided to dismiss that idea as well because let's face it, we were pretty proud of the fact that we didn't "do girls."  And now we do.  

Luckily, I've found that dinosaurs and flowers go together and pink matches camouflage just fine.  And while we are still getting the hang of wiping "front to back," we are also decidedly okay with our new additions.  

It turns out, parenting is hard no matter how many mouths you are feeding.  The challenges don't necessarily grow with the numbers, things just get louder.  And that's why we won't be selling parenting advice anytime soon, but we did just invest in Mack's Ultra Soft Noise Reducing Ear Plugs...

Cheers!

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