Because Icicles Happen

Four kids is plenty. Four kids is plenty. Four kids is plenty.

I keep saying this to myself.

Because I suddenly miss having a baby in the house.

Poopy diapers. Nighttime feedings. Diaper bags. Outlet covers. Gates. Highchairs. Choking hazards. Sippy cups.

Do I miss these things?  No, I do not. Not one bit.

A tiny hand resting against my collarbone as its owner slumbers on my shoulder. Walking past the nursery that always smells like baby. Feet as wide and thick as they are long. Contented babbling from the crib in the morning. The spontaneous shriek that accompanies the first solo steps across the room.

Do I miss these things? Yes, I do. With all my heart.

Enough to augment this circus of a family? No way. Especially since one of us has been neutered.

The real issue is I don’t know how NOT to have a baby in the house.

Which can only mean one thing…

It’s time to paint the family room.

A new color.

Not a new baby, but that’s alright.

Four kids is plenty.

I scour the online yard sales on Facebook, “ISO a sofa in EUC.”

EUC. Excellent Used Condition. Just like my uterus after four kids.

OK, excellent is a stretch.

I find the perfect sofa. It’s white. It’s so white, in fact, that it glows.

B&B says One White Sofa + Four Boys = Bethany is Loco.

I must be a little loco. Because I miss having a baby in the house.

Unrelated or maybe very much related, we are now the proud owners of a white sofa in excellent used condition.

We begin painting, and I’m in love with the new color. It’s not a new baby, but it’ll do.

Four kids is plenty.

The winter storms hit one after another.  There’s shoveling to be done. Board games to be played. Soup to be made. Arguments to settle. Snowmen to build. Tree limbs to collect. B&B started to paint the other day, but the icicles were so beautiful that he abandoned painting and ran out with his camera to capture their images.

Our new white sofa remains stain free after 12 consecutive days in a house with four boys.

Which is more loco than my wanting the sofa in the first place.

The family room isn’t completely painted yet.

I’m not bothered.

Because icicles happen.

Icicles Happen

Icicles Happen

I still miss having a baby in the house.

But I feel quite confident that…

four kids is plenty.