Today, I took my 3 little boys to their doctor's appointment. Brock for his 4 year check up, Curtis for his 2 year and George for his 9 month. I ventured to the appointment with all 3, by myself. When I am out with my boys, I get a range of comments, looks and behaviors. Mostly, everyone just smiles, opens doors for us, and waves to one or all of the kiddos. Every so often, I get a "God bless you". Which I both appreciate and am confused by...God bless me for what? Not ripping my hair out, or melting down in public while wrangling 3 children ages 4 and under? For being calm? For procreating? The nurses all commended me for getting my children undressed, inspected, re-dressed, and vaccinated rather smoothly and without too many tears; George got his flu shot, give him a break. All the meanwhile, I was carrying around and enjoying my caramel latte from Bella Napoli. Didn't even spill, and got to finish it before it got cold. For that, I commend myself.