More Fun!

As a younger version of myself, I never wanted a large family.  My secret hope and dream was to somehow be an only child.  Although I was the second of five and new this to be a technical impossibility, I still dreamed.  When in high school and of an age, I would only babysit for a certain family that paid enough to drag me from my friends because cuddling babies never really appealed to me.

However, when Brandon and I married, I realized that somebody else had different plans for me (and no, it wasn't Brandon - he would like everyone to know that).  So despite firm avowals that children wouldn't even be mentioned until our first anniversary, Kathleen was born three and a half months after that anniversary.  The second anniversary was baby-free, but I spent the third anniversary 8 1/2 months pregnant.  And this anniversary?

Yes, it wasn't spent alone again.  After having had two warm-weather babies, we're welcoming the next one in mid-December, in enough time for me to spend Thanksgiving, Christmas, and my birthday exiled to North Carolina under competent medical care while Brandon spends a lot of time in a big, empty apartment in Cairo.

One day our life will calm down, and by then we won't know what to do with ourselves.  Until then, however, we will enjoy the fun.