I know I want to have another baby when:
- I tear up every stinking time I see a baby on a commercial or on a TV show.
- Instead of doodling, I practice writing first names to see how well they flow with our last name. I'm especially fond of doing this with girl's names.
- Isaiah tells me he wants a baby sister.
- Micah belly laughs, smiles, squeals, snuggles into the crook of my neck, gives me a kiss, or lights up when he sees me.
- There's a distinct ache inside me that tells me someone is missing from our family.
- I see this face:
I'm positively ready to stop at two kids when:
- I'm 28 minutes into the "just one bite" standoff with Isaiah and he is not budging.
- I have a day like the one I wrote about in this post. Actually, I was dang near ready to sell the kids I currently have after that day.
- A 20 minute drive takes an hour when you factor in a stop for a potty break and having to pull over two times to retrieve a nuk that got chucked under the passenger seat.
- I realize that I would need to buy a new vehicle.
- The numbers tell me I can't afford daycare for three kids.
- Isaiah is throwing a tantrum at the same time Micah has banged his head on something (again) and needs me to stop the bleeding (again).
And away we go!
