WW: Besties

Not very often, but occasionally, I get a moments panic where I think, THREE children? We'll be outnumbered! What were we thinking? I've just gotten these two to be semi-independent, and now I'm starting completely OVER? But this time with six million tiny Princess accessories and Squinkies littering my house and waiting to be choked on? Dumb blonde indeed!

But hardly ever, and it always is over in like half a second because, hello. My babies are so adorable that I practically have a moral obligation to make more of them. More than three, for sure.

(Sidenote! if yet ANOTHER person asks you whyforthelove you and your husband keep having more kids -and the obvious comeback about how wildly irresistible you are seems tired and implausible that day- I do not recommend flippantly quoting Shakespeare and responding, "The world must be peopled!" Apparently the sorts of people who are obnoxiously nosy like that are not the sorts who love Much Ado, and all you will get is a very grave, head-shaking lecture about Over Population.)

Besides how adorable they are, though, they're such good friends. You know, in between screaming at each other because SHE SAID POOPY TO ME! and all. But I love that they have each other. Last night we had to sit in a very chilly gym through two later-than-bedtime games, and I had to take a kind of long Important Phone Call, and I didn't have their usual basketball game activity bag with us, just some paper and colored pencils and a pair of snub-nosed scissors that I swiped from the school on the way out. And they were perfectly perfect anyway, playing with each other. This next baby is going to be so incredibly entertained all the time!

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