I am blessed to have some terrific mommy friends. When Ryan was 4 months old, I joined our local chapter of Mothers and More, and was assigned to a playgroup. Over the years, small group of women has become my village. We've been together through pregnancies, births, deaths, evil mothers-in-law, unemployment, food allergies, and the everyday joys and challenges of figuring out how to be parents. The Tuesday playgroup has become one of the most stable entries on my calendar.
Between the nine of us, we have 16 kids and 2 on the way. One of the ladies is about to move away, so yesterday, we thought it would be fun to take a picture of all the kids. Well, all the kids who were there - it's pretty hard for all of us to be healthy and available at the same time. So, six moms tried to wrestle ten kids (all under age 4) onto the couch. Chaos ensued. Bags of goldfish crackers were enough to tame some of the crying, but other kids were less willing to sit together than others.
Guess which one's my kid?
Wait, maybe that wasn't clear enough. Now guess:
It may look like he's smiling, but he's screaming for me to let him go.
This was so much easier when they were two. And there were fewer of them. And the autism hadn't yet revealed itself.
(Ryan's the one in the red shirt.)