I live in a rare place. A place where having a baby doesn't necessarily give you special treatment (just about everyone has a baby). A place where you could be considered a light-weight with JUST four kids! There are no double-takes from strangers, no questioning of pregnancies. I thought a lot about this on our trip to California, where Camryn was ooohed and aaaahed by all who saw her in grocery stores and restaurants. At the gas station in Vegas I was the minor and quite a sight with one, two, three, four? yes, four kids in tow. I walked into another gas station by myself and ordered five ice cream cones, the employee couldn't hide his astonishment. I believe he actually gasped and took a step back. I explained that there was one more of us, but she was too little for ice cream. Then I told myself that his reaction was because I couldn't possibly be old enough to have four kids.
It is fun to be the novelty sometimes.
And sometimes it is nice to be ignored as all your rugrat children run wild through the aisles of WalMart.