I'm going to attempt to answer a few of your questions from your blog comments.
Did you name your kids after cities?
Yes. Well, it didn't really start that way. I just liked the name Austin. Then I liked the name Savannah for my second child. After that we realized we had a theme going. We had to keep up with it. I mean, you can't have an Austin, Savannah, Jackson and then Bob. It just doesn't go. By the time we got to the sixth baby, we'd run out of cities and had to go to the boroughs.
What do your kids think of all this?
I asked them this very question yesterday. "Hey guys, what do you think of all this?"
Here are their responses...
Think of what?
Look at me! I'm a frog!
Mom, are you going to be on the computer again tonight?
I love you, Mommy!
What does your husband think of all this?
He's very proud. I think he's a bit overwhelmed with everything as well. And he's definitely hoping that this ends in a way for me to make a little money so he can start working a normal 40 hour week and spend more time with us.
"I'd need a back hoe and dump truck to come in before I'd let anyone take pictures of my house."
Who says I didn't do just that?! LOL Actually I called my husband at work yesterday and politely asked him if could take a vacation day and help me out around the house before the reporter came. OK, so I really called him up and frantically informed him, "You HAVE to stay home tomorrow and do something with the kids so they don't trash the place before the reporter comes! I don't care if he sees the house a little messy and cluttered because that's how it normally looks, but I don't want him to require a Tetanus shot before he leaves. My husband vacuumed and cleaned the bathrooms hooray! Then he tracked mud all over the floor. Gotta love him. Actually, when I bought our carpeting, I walked into the store and told the salesman, "I want carpeting that looks like it's been thrown up on, walked on with muddy shoes, and had cornflakes ground into it, so when those things really do happen, it'll blend."
Apparently they don't get that request too often.
After that, I called my friend, Gin, who does my hair, and begged her to cover up my gray (you know, for the black and white picture).
Of course I woke up today with a lovely blemish the size of a Buick on my face. Maybe I'll spritz some Windex on it.