Last night was the kind of night where I lay awake making myself feel sad about how awful it would be if for some reason we lost all the photos we had of the children. Productive! Then I fell into a headcold kind of sleep and dreamed that I was arrested and put in jail because I saw a man in his underwear.
One of the best presents I got for Christmas was the gift of anticipation: my brother and sister-in-law gave me a gift certificate for airplane travel. A trip to see Niestle! ...And my brother and sister-in-law and other sister-in-law.
Speaking of which: what relation is my sister-in-law's sister to me? I think the official answer is "She's your sister-in-law's sister," but I think that's kind of BULKY. I suppose I could call her by her NAME. But I'd like to also call her my sister-in-law, as I did in the paragraph above. I don't have any sisters, and it would please me greatly to have some lawfully-contracted sisters. I think "sister" is a very pretty word.
Elizabeth, age 4 and not privy to discussions about family planning, said to me out of the blue the other day, "If you want another girl, you should have one." Me: "...!"
Rob, age 10, after seeing Niestle for the first time this Christmas, said, "I think we should have another baby. I forgot how cute they are."
I think, though, that I have finally come to terms with the idea of not having more babies, to the point that I am looking forward to some aspects of it. It helps that Henry is such a stinker. He is the stinkeriest of all my children. With sparkling eyes and merry mouth he will fling a box of toys at the Christmas tree, climb on the counter and plug in the coffee pot so that it makes a terrible singed smell, step in the cat water, step on an open book so that the pages crinkle and rip out, color on the walls, stuff a handful of someone else's candy into his mouth and run away, sneak into the bathroom and repeatedly flush the toilet, climb into his brother's upper bunk and then fall out.
Sadly for his future character, we all think he's hilarious and adorable.
Summer sleep-away camp supplies - I am in a TIZZ about Elizabeth going to Girl Scouts camp this summer. I’m GLAD she’s going, and I’m glad she WANTS to go, but it’s a week and this is the f...