I had to bribe him to take this picture. I made the mistake of telling him why I wanted a picture of the five of us girls. It only cost me a dollar ... which is worth the time it would have taken me to set up the automatic timer. Anyway, here we are ... the five Mommies. I, of course, am the supreme Mommy #1. Kaisha is #2, and so on. No, Adam is not a Mommy. But, the gaggle of Mommies does not stop with just 5. Nicole is #6. And we affectionally call Abigail "Mommy #'s 7 through 11."
We're essentially a group of women who have taken it upon ourselves to see that Collin grows up to be a perfect man. Our standards are extremely reasonable. He must let us go first. He must be gentlemanly and kind at all times. He must think of our good, even at great cost to himself. He must never hit back. He should get good grades and read our minds. Fix all household electronic problems before they infringe upon our lives. Not get outdoor dirt inside. Always take the back seat. Sooth all emotional upheavals quickly. Marry who we pick. Take out the garbage. Solve all our problems. Make the sun shine tomorrow. Predict the future. Keep the mountains from falling into the sea. Oh ... and did I mention ... read our minds?
He's doing pretty well with it all. But we would welcome new applicants. Amanda, we think you would fit right in. Let us know if you're interested!