Thursday, March 22, 2012

How many African Goats do we need?

To breed or not to breed, that is the question. Starting our family was the easy part it seems. Knowing when we are done has proven to be much more complicated. Larry, our first born, was the blessing we never knew we always wanted and arrived right in time, after the "I dos". Curly is what we military folks call a "deployment baby". You find out your man is going to deploy and the only thing that makes sense at the time is to make a baby! This does not make sense by the way...
As much as it pains me to say this, she number 3, being my biggest challenge yet, I asked for Moe! Mr. LbF had to be talked into number 3. I was sweating like an addict with baby fever and he fed the beast. Baby 4 was not my idea.... I was D_O_N_E!!! But if you know anything about us as a couple you know we are total suckers for each other and it took very little convincing to get me on board.
Mr. LbF swears he knew we would have a boy. I am still in shock, totally in love but still in shock.

Now the million dollar question. To have anymore? At this point Mr. LbF claims to feel complete as a family. I as well feel that we have reached our max on what we can afford for one and what I can handle for two.  Now for the emotional part. Since the day Shemp was born my heart has been so full of joy that it has been telling my brain to do it again!! My brain however knows better and is putting up the good fight. I have been just waiting for the day that the two would come to an agreement. That day came last week. Of course not without incident.

Last week on Tuesday, Moe came home and told me "Mom I need a Goat costume for a play at school on Thursday." The panicked look on my face must have worried her because then she said, "It's ok Mama you can just go to the costume store and get me a Goat costume there". This of course did not help as there is no such thing as a Goat costume store. On Wednesday I wandered Kmart thinking Goat thoughts and left the store with a black sweat suit and a white clearance scarf. Scissors, needle and thread later, voila Goat!

Thursday night came and the family piled into the swagger wagon to take joy in Moe shaking her yarn Goat tail along with 80 other small children disguised as farm creatures. On the way to the play Larry says to me "Mom I need to bring a dish to school that is from my ancestor's country of origin".  Earlier that week we had tried to explain to Larry that she has many countries of origin being that she is very special and has parents that come from many different back grounds. After that conversation I had moved on with my week. Larry however had made the decision that because she was mostly African American that her country of origin must be from Africa and therefore her ancestors came from Senagal Africa. She informed us of this right after telling me she needed a dish from that country to take to school the very next morning. Being the supportive wife that I am I turned to my husband and asked "So what do your people like to eat?" He responded by pulling out the ipad to look it up. Interesting fact about Senagal Africa, the biggest export is peanuts. Based on that right after the play we loaded back in the van and headed to the grocery store. As we parked, a light bulb when off in my head and I realized we could not send peanuts to school with her as the school is a "Peanut Free Zone". Mr. LbF said we were already there and we would find something. We get into the store and it takes 2 seconds for the bakery to totally distract every member if my family. I reel them back to reality with the first bathroom break. Then we wander the aisles searching for African inspiration. At this point it is pushing 8 pm and all we have to show for it is a lemon supreme pie (not from Senagal). Time for bathroom break number two. We divide and conquer. I take Moe to do a number 2 and Mr. LbF and the others head to produce. The bathroom break is gonna take a minute, so why not nurse Shemp? So now I am sitting on a toilet nursing one, waiting to wipe the butt of another while my hubby wanders the store looking for African food with the other two, one of which is dressed like a Goat. Because I had time to think, I decide that the only reasonable thing to send is dried fruit. All countries eat fruit. After hand washing we meet up in produce and I load the basket with raisins, dried mangos and a bag of tropical fruit. The plan is to combine all the fruit and call it Senagal Trail mix!
We get to the check out and Mr. LbF leans in to my ear and says "we are out of protection".
As the checker is complimenting my Goat on her wonderful sheep costume she rings up 1 lemon pie, 6 bags of fruit, ice pops, and Trojans.
It was in that moment that my heart and mind met in the middle. Things could not possibly get more strange. I could not feel anymore blessed, which is the polite answer to the question at the top: Not to breed!!