Mr. Dad

I love being a father. I love my 7 kids. I love the 5 girls and 2 boys that share my genetic material with my wife.
I love playing games with them. I love doing the cha cha slide in the living room (every body clap your hands).
I love to watch them eat food I cooked for them. Sometimes, they don't even gag.
I love tickling little bellies and feet. I love giving the teenager a hug when she's had a bad day. I love spraying bullet proof spray on myself when the autistic 9 year old "shoots" me. I love the hugs the 6 year old can't get enough of.
I love the ladies (our nicknames for the 3 and 4 year olds). I love my 12 year old's insanity. I love the middle child's middleness and her quest to be first.
I love my wife...sometimes, I think, the best way to love your children is to love their mother.
However, there are some dislikes...
I dislike poopie diapers. And my wife is wrong, there is never a time when the poop is "cute".
I dislike sleepless nights, especially when one of the kids is sick, and all you want to do is to take their sickness upon yourself so that they can be well.
I dislike the stares...not because we have 2 autistic sons, but because we have 7 kids...this is especially prevalent in small towns.(they think we are Amish...if they saw our TV, they would know better)
But, most of all, I dislike being apart from them. My kids are, without a doubt, the seven most interesting, funny, honest, and insane people I know. How insane?
Sometime, ask Alison, "where is my super suit?"
sometime, ask Lena to tell you a joke.
Sometime, ask Edwin to show you the Mighty beanz on You tube.
sometime, ask Olivia to clean her room.
Sometime, ask Emily about her booty.
Sometime, ask Melody about Dora.
Sometime, ask Tobey to say "Icee Pop".

Man, I love my kids.