My dream of wanting to have 5 kids is slowly going away.  Some days, I have an awesome day and think "this isn't so bad.  I could totally raise 4 more."  Other days I just want to down 4-7 bottles of Pinot Grigio, lay in bed and watch reruns of RHONJ.  Beau is easy.  Really.....  he rarely cries and naps twice a day.  Sometimes, he has an off day or doesn't want to make "good poopies."  Sorry, I know... gross.  Get over it.

I'm really blessed.  I know people say adding more kids to the stew is harder; even less time for yourself, expensive, etc.  When I close my eyes, I daydream about having a house full of teenage/young adult boys.  It makes me happy.  Envision Susan Sarandon's character from "Safe Passage."  Thats me.  We'll see what happens.  I'm not getting any younger and know for sure I want more kids.  One more?  Four more?  Please God give me multiples, then I can hang it up.

On a funny note, I went running with Beau (in the jogging stroller) and Grace-Anne/Kasia-Janice.  What a joke.  Kasia practically ripped my arm off trying to run after many a rabbit.  Holy shit.  "Leave it" is like speaking to Kasia in Yiddish.

Beau's beauhawk hath disappeared.  Something happened when we were in Michigan.  I don't know if its the humidity, the general state of the union or what.  Breaks my heart.  Come back unicorn whispies of soft magic.  We miss you.