Getting feet wet

Typically, we have little introduction needed when we enter a room. The kids make it nearly impossible to go unnoticed.
However, you can't hear them at the moment! Though I have my reservations that they won't find a way, even still, to be noisy while we get acquainted.

I have a strong desire to own a phone booth and that, in part, made me want to write about our life. No one can ever hear me when we talk on the phone. There is frequently someone running through the room yelling, often me ;),
Perhaps the best way to understand us, is to just jump into our household. It's how the kids would expect it to be.
Cut to earlier today.

I walked into our downstairs bathroom where our second youngest was sitting on the potty. She complained that the baby had "put three four five stickers into the potty". Meeh, stickers no big deal, I thought foolishly. I leaned over to wipe her bottom and noticed three magnetic triangles in the bowl.
Damn it, how was I going to navigate the poop to get the magnets out? I washed our hands and lead her out of the bathroom. I locked the door.
I needed a minute to find a tool to help.
As walked to the kitchen I heard the sound of the same toilet, that I had just temporarily decommissioned, being flushed!
Crap! Magnetic crap. My older daughter had picked the lock to gain entry and was unfazed by the potty full of green magnets and poop.
Well, not the way I had planned to fix that problem,but it certainly was quick.
I'm mildly concerned that the magnetic triangles are going to grab hold of something on their way out to the main line and come back to haunt us. If I tell you my toilet stopped working next week, remind me of this please.

So, we're like many families. I just tell myself that occasionally and then I laugh because I can't convince myself, let alone you of it. We are larger than everyone's family that I personally know. Sometimes we are out and some much older than me person will say they're one of 5 or 6, and that momentarily makes me feel less odd. However, then one of my small people will tell me at the top of their lungs, while we check out of the grocery store, "Mommy, I have a hole in my butt!!!!".  At the same time the baby will throw his binky under the clerk's feet, while pulling his sister's hair. My older kids will be bickering about who's silly bands are better, ignoring me ask them to move up and stand aside and instantly I feel less normal and more odd. ;)

My five little ducks are amazing, wild, and an endless source of entertainment. They drive me totally bananas, but that's their job, right?