Don't watch Deliver Me a month before your husband's vasectomy.

When you're stuck "resting" because your head feels like it is going to explode, your throat is like sandpaper and your stomach is churning from postnasal drip. I am SO sure I do NOT want to ever be pregnant again, but darn if watching that show doesn't make me a little weepy and nostalgic for my preggers and newborn baby days. HOWEVER, since my youngest child is 6 months old and I'm not really too far from leaking boobs, sleepless nights and having to eat an irritating number of times a day to make milk (it's my superpower you know...) AND any more children would necessitate a cargo van and a lottery win, We're going ahead with the old snippy snip and we might even move up the date. LOL
So things are status quo here, save for me being a giant germ. Relatively happy kids, mostly sane parents AND we are almost done shopping. Pre-Christmas week baking/crafting/celebrating is about to begin!

Sam update....
Little man is strong!! And CHUBBY!! and snuggly and SO SO SO Sweet! He loves his exersaucer, chews on anything he can stuff into his mouth, has learned to tolerate the bumbo sitter, thinks his siblings are the best thing since sliced bread, does NOT like to be left alone and...can now roll from back to belly and belly to back!! Yeah Sam!! He surprised with this new skill this afternoon on his playmat while I was trying like crazy to finish my Christmas cards.

Oh, I just want to slow time to molasses-like speed. THIS is it. Our last sweet little smelly, barfing, snuggling, laughing, gurgling little boy. Oh, what a talker he is. He gurgles and blows raspberries, yells funny syllables, laughs like crazy and is SO happy that I am constantly amazed at how content he is.

We won the kid lottery. :-)

Love,
Clan Mac Mama