*This was from October 6, 2011. Somehow it was saved as a draft and never published but it was so cute, I had to include it.*
A few nights ago, Rachel looked at me during dinner and said, "When are we going to have a baby?"
A few nights ago, Rachel looked at me during dinner and said, "When are we going to have a baby?"
I looked at her, trying to decide what she meant. She clarified, before I could offer a pat answer, "I mean a REAL baby, for us."
Me: "I don't think we'll have anymore babies, Rachel." (Notice I'm careful to not say anything absolutely - there are some things I don't have as much control over as I think I do)
Rachel: "Why not?"
Me: "We already had 4 babies."
Rachel: "Where? Where are 4 babies?"
Me (pointing around the table): "I had Brendan, Tori, you and Owen. You were all my babies."
Rachel: "Wow! That's a lot of babies. I don't think we need anymore."
It was a nice way to end the conversation. :)
