My parents say I was a lot like content little Wes as a baby – and it tricked them into (thankfully!) going for four.  Which is sorta what I hope our ending number is – four. Lord willing, of course.  And who talks about another baby two weeks after having one?  When you have a Wesley though, you can’t help but day dream.  Four is crazy, trust me, I know.  But a good kind of crazy.  We’re over at my parents no less than four times a week, and I love how full it always is.  I love that there’s always something healthy and homemade to eat.  I love that there’s always freshly brewed iced tea on the counter.  And oh on Holidays the house is always full – our bellies and loved ones.  I love the relaxed vibe my parents have, I guess you have to adopt that attitude once you have four kids.  Spill something?  no big deal.  ever.  Need a place for a friend to crash?  they’ll put you up and fresh flowers from my mommas garden will inevitably be on your nightstand.  I love these things about a big family, about my family.  

dysfunction and all, there’s a place for anyone in that home.

would love to know how many babies you day dream about!?