Deb: "who's the WE white boy?"
It was Matthew's 3rd birthday yesterday. He had a ball. Presents in the morning from us. Presents from Nana and Grandad. A party with friends and more presents. Staying up late last night. Eating most whatever he wanted.
Deb and I are exhausted. A day at a three year old's beck and call does that to you!
Well. It seems we are pregnant!
Hmmmm, let me rephrase. It seems that the reinforcements sent up a few weeks ago to support the beach-head the boys had established have done their job. My part of the job has been done.
Hell, I don't know what to say. My inclination is always to make a joke. I'm just feeling wonderful though. I've no illusions as the amount of work another baby/child will involve, or the lack of sleep, or the increased financial problems, or the ... But, damnit, kids are cool, and another one in the family feels like it would fit.
Journals and blogs that I read regularly
My Life in 12 Point Font
Journal of a Writing Man
Some Jingle Jangle Morning
The Last Girl Scout
Window to my Soul
Photo of tunnel copyright Bernd Klumpp, available from istockphoto.com