The magic is wearing off for Jack. The other day Jack wanted me to come play with him and said, "First, put the baby in there! (pointing to the bassinet)" This morning Jack said, "Mom, Put the baby in the car and take him home." This after waking up in the middle of the night with a nightmare, screaming, "Mommy!" Maybe he was dreaming that the little guy was not going away.
Cole and Tal, on the other hand, are lobbying for more. Cole asked, "What are we going to name the next baby?"
Me: What makes you think were having more babies?
Cole: Then how will they be born?
Talmage, while holding Trace. "I love this baby more than any baby in the world except for the next baby we're going to have."
Me: Oh?
Talmage: Yeah, next time you should have 3 twins.
Me: You mean triplets?
Talmage: No. (Pause to calculate) Six!
Boys: Yes
Mom's Legs: No
When Clint's not at work or chilling with the boys and me, his every thought is occupied with this project. It is the heirloom bunkbeds for the boys. I call them heirloom because these are not cheap, (the side rails alone cost $300) but they are BE-U-ti-FUL! They are cherry with walnut insets. What do you think?