Baby bunching is difficult the first few years and easier after that. Now the oldest takes care of the youngest and I’m starting to think that another one wouldn’t be so bad. (No, not trying, just contemplating.)

Girls, girls, girls! What a blessing it is that your children who are close in age are all the same gender! I’ll admit that we were praying for a boy when we tried for Isaiah but it had nothing to do with not wanting a girl–just hoping for a brother for Noah. Now when/if we have more, I’d be perfectly happy to welcome another little girl or another little boy. I’m surprised that people say, “poor Dad,” because I know my husband adores his little girls.

A landscaper, you lucky duck! Grubs took over our yard toward the end of the summer. We’re going to have a lawn guy come and assess the damage…if it ever quits freezing. I’m so disappointed. We had this lovely huge green grassy yard and now it’s dotted with large dead patches and even mud patches where the kids dug up the grubs. Ick. Hope it doesn’t cost us an arm and a leg to fix!

Gotta go–baby needs holding. Speaking of that, call her a baby as long as you want!