I'm getting sneaky. I sent Bob to pick up lunch. I have the house alone for a few precious minutes. Jack and I are basking in the open window sunlight. With the laptop. Squee!!!
On Christmas morning, Bob and I had a conversation about all the babies who were experiencing their first Christmases that morning. We kept naming all these babies and eventually made a list. Guess how many are on the list as of last night... (we keep remembering more)?
58. Our friends had 58 babies in 2012. And these aren't just acquaintances. These are actual good friends that we speak to on a regular basis. Included in the 58, there are 4 sets of twins. FOUR SETS OF TWINS. Bob and I are scared shitless of having twins. They run in my family and Bob says Murphy (as in Murphy's law) hates him enough to give him twins. Don't get me wrong. We'd adore any number of babies, but we'd prefer to adore one at a time.
In looking at the year ahead, we already know of 9 babies scheduled to arrive. Who knows. Maybe Bob and I will add to that number before the year is over. Maybe. As soon as someone invents a device that makes dealing with poop easier for me.
