Sometimes I think I live in circus. With five kids it's a constant juggling act.
And then of course there are the never-ending costume changes:
And Make-up. What circus would be complete without make-up? You'd think my girls trained at the best clown-school around.
Under this circus tent, we also have lots of high flying aerials and some tightrope walking. And let us not forget the time recently, we really could have used a safety net, when our daredevil dove headfirst from her crib landing her the ER with a grade 5 concussion.
I drive a clown-car and push clown-carts through the aisles of stores, always drawing attention.
And how is this for a side-show act: instead of swallowing fire, my daughter swallows hair-clips. Here's the proof:
And because I live in a circus, we found ourselves back in the Children's Hospital ER the very next night after Ella slipped on the wet tile at a pool party we were having for Cam's 9th birthday (yes his actual birthday was 6 months ago) and ended up with a concussion of her own. She threw up all over me, the ringmaster, in the middle of the party, and on our way out of the party then ten more times before we even made it to the hospital. They kept her for eight hours then finally released us around two in the morning.
Two nights in a row in the ER- there is never a dull moment in this circus and I am the juggler trying to keep all the balls up in the air. Sometimes I let a couple fall but I guess that's life in center ring under the Big Top!