I don't know if anyone would be interested in an update on the whole "husband not entirely thrilled about unexpected fifth child" issue. I've mentioned before that the way Paul and I deal with crises is that we close our eyes and cover our ears and say "LA LA LA" really loud until enough time passes that it's safe to look again, and so I haven't given a lot of thought to the issue in the last weeks, and in fact had almost forgotten about it. That's the miracle of ostrichism: you may get sand up your nose, but you live a more carefree life.
Anyway, the other day, Paul and I were in the playroom with the twins, and he said, "I just wanted you to know that I'm no longer thinking, 'Oh no, a baby!' I'm not thinking, 'Woo hoo, a baby!' either, but I'm more like, 'Hey, a baby!'"
I wonder if this would be a good time to tell him I think we should go for an even half-dozen.
Life-improving products, part 4 - (Continued from part 1, part 2, and part 3.) Stearns Youth Life Vest (photo from Amazon.com). I’d been too scared to take the kids to any body of water oth...