Baby, Baby, Baby...

A few weeks ago I cracked open our attic and hauled down all of the packed away baby clothes. I am not pregnant--nor are we thinking about getting pregnant--I just thought it was a chore that needed to be done. (Fast forward two and a half weeks) All of those bags and boxes of clothes were still sitting in my garage taking up the very limited floor space. So, yesterday I brought all of the clothes into the living room and, while the kids watched Spongebob, sorted the clothes into appropriate piles by size, sex and stain level. Lorien and Clare had a blast looking at all of the clothes they wore as teeny tiny babies. They even opened their baby books to find pictures of them in the smallest outfits imaginable. Wyatt was more focused on the yellow sea sponge dancing on the TV screen.

Will and I feel very confident in saying we will add one more child to our family. We also feel it is mildly possible we could up our numbers by two and that it is a near universal impossibility that we will add three, four or more chicks to the brood. However, we stand at three kids and feel pretty darn comfortable. Clare is potty trained for goodness sake! I can take the kids out and about with out worrying about a baby's nap schedule. In many ways the challenges of children are getting easier. I know we haven't hit the miserable road of teenagers yet--surely the challenges of raising three teenagers will seem like a typhoon compared to the overcast sky of raising three young children...

So, all those baby clothes are going back up into the attic today. There they will sit folded, organized and labeled until we can (or ever will) rally the courage to try for another baby.