A few days ago a friend brought over an infant car seat for me to use, since we gave all of our baby stuff away after Jakob was finished with it. He was absolutely, positively our last baby, after all.
As my four oldest came home from school at various times and saw the seat sitting in the living room, they each asked, “Why do we have a baby seat?” Every – last – one – of – them.
In other baby related news…
I’ve never been much of a crier. It’s extremely rare to see me shed a tear. Funerals don’t even phase me. But over the weekend, as I sat down on the couch to take a little break and do some channel surfing, I came across a movie that seemed mildly entertaining and ended up watching it. Please note that I didn’t even watch the whole thing. Just the last 45 minutes or so.
By the end, I was sobbing uncontrollably. Huge alligator tears were running down my cheeks.
So what was the cinematic masterpiece that brought the Stoic One to her knees?
And THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is how pregnant I am.