It's amazing the variety of advice you get from everybody and occasionally their dog if he has a mind to chime in. Most of it good to at least take on board and adapt to your on style of parenting, which of course I have no idea what that may be. There are also some off the wall ones where you just wonder if maybe you should be calling CPS. I mean hanging them by their feet to let the dog clean them up after dinner, where the hell did that idea come from? In reality though I appreciate all of the advice that I get from parents and non parents alike. Granted I am not yet sure what would qualify the non parental types in giving this advice, but oh well.
On top of the advice is also all of the well wishers and plague spouters, I mean who in their right mind wishes triplets on someone? I have trouble just getting my mind around the thought of one rugrat running around, can you imagine three of the same age? You might as well, burn down your house yourself, collect the insurance and move into a bouncy house outside a truck super stop with shower facilities. After you get past all of the pats on the back, the congratulations and the occasional "good shooting" comment things calm down for awhile. But overall telling everyone is a great thing to let everyone know that yes on top of all the other stresses they have placed on you there is one more that will last 18-42 years so they should back off. I say 42 because if the kids try to live with us past 42 we are selling the house and leaving no forwarding address. With that being said thank you to all who have wished us well, given advice, and those who told us they hope we have triplets (may you have sextuplets in the future).
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