Hurricane Basi

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My sister and her baby girl were in town for Memorial Day weekend, so we spent most of the weekend at my parents’ farm. We descended on the house with our usual entrance of noise and chaos. My kids were over the moon about getting to see the baby. She thought they were very interesting, but her short life as an only child with no cousins nearby had left her woefully unprepared for the intensity of physical love exhibited by a “big,” boisterous family. Before long she had this look on her face:

Mem Day Farm 008 small(Perhaps you can intuit why.)

Mem Day Farm 015 smallMy sister suggested a walk. Dad had improvements he wanted to show us, and the kids think the farm equipment is their own private junglegym, just as I did when I was growing up there. So the suggestion met with instant approval, which meant it only took twenty minutes to find coats and shoes for everyone and get them out the door. I made it outside with Julianna, the last one, in time to hear my sister tell my dad, “Now this is where these kids belong–outside. Hurricane Basi!”

Julianna sprayer

(note the muddy legs)

I got a pretty good laugh out of that one. It’s such an apt description! But it brings to the front some puzzlement, too, because I’m from a family of four, my dad’s from a family of four, and my mom is from a family of ten. And yet everyone seems a bit taken aback by the sheer energy level and moto perpetuo that is my brood of four. Now, why is that?

“You had three boys in your family,” I said to Dad as we followed the kids toward the big sprayer. (In fact, three boys and a girl, in the same birth order as my kids.) “Was it not like this?”

“I don’t remember it being like this,” Dad said, shaking his head.

“Then again, you guys probably were outside all the time.”

Mem Day Farm 029“We were just busy all the time,” he said. Perhaps that’s the solution to the mystery: when you get up to milk cows at 4:30 in the morning, and you spend the day following Daddy around helping with farm chores, you’re constantly in motion anyway. So there’s the solution to the chaos level in our house. Note to Christian: Quit your job and become a farmer. Today. Move to the country. I’ll keep the house & garden, and you keep the kids busy….

Er…

Yeah, maybe not.

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5 thoughts on “Hurricane Basi

  1. You know, I’m one of four (three brothers, I’m the oldest), my mom is the oldest of six (four girls, two boys) and my dad is the oldest of three (and only son). Seriously, my two little boys are more work than I think any of those other families are. And this is with having a child with autism in our own house. I think the business factor totally plays into it. My father grew up on a farm. My mom grew up going to Catholic school and being in every single club and activity, even at a young age. My grandmother had mastered the art of busy-ness with her kids. And when she didn’t, my mom and her younger brother rode their bikes across Buffalo and many major roads to their grandmother’s house…I am only heartened that my younger brother (by far the most active, most into things, the loudest of us four) has only two children, a girl and boy, who are even more loud and frenetic and into everything than my three could ever dream of being :).

  2. I don’t know…we had lots of kids in my family growing up and now each of us have our own fairly large brood (I have 5, a sister has 5, another sister has 4, a brother has 3) and it’s just a fact…kids are loud and things can be chaotic. I don’t really know where we all get the idea that kids should ever be quiet. I mean, my parents would pull the whole, “Children should be seen and not heard” getup, but looking back, that didn’t keep us all that quiet….

    even if they are outside, they are loud. I was at my sister’s this weekend and all the kids were outside and on several occasions, we took time to stop our conversation to make sure those really were “happy screams” out there.

  3. Colleen

    I think too that when you are around chaos, you get used to it (to a point) but when you are used to peace and quiet and then chaos descends on your house! When we visit our son with 2 kids and 2 dogs, well, it takes a day or 2 to grow accustomed to it. Then it is like the old days!
    I love the title to this post.

  4. Being on a farm helps with the dispersion of the energy but four healthy kids are going to cause some happy chaos. Plus, there were probably extra excited to see thir cousin. Sounds like fun.

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