Lucky Number Nine

Be warned. This post is part cuteness and part mommy rant. With pepper.

For the cuteness part, here's the kidlets in their Halloween costumes. They were in them for less than 10 minutes right before dinner. I didn't realize how hard it would be to take decent pictures of an 18 month old who wanted very much to be naked or a 3 month old who had no idea what the hell was going on. So that's my excuse.

Here's the Highlander:

Charge! (whilst holding my sword backward)!

And the Punk Rock Princess:

Whoa.

Did you notice T's tattoos? That was a little pre-Halloween dress up. Or rather undress-up.

blackmail!

Now for the rant part. People have been asking me how many kids I want now that I've made my contribution to humanity with the socially acceptable two. When Grover and I first got married, we wanted five.

Now I tell everyone nine, but that's mostly because I enjoy seeing people's eyes almost pop out of their sockets.

Honestly, though? I really don't know how many children I want. Maybe that's bad. I mean, I have a general idea (definitely less than 27 ... jk. somewhere between two and five ... or nine ... ). And I should probably have a five year plan. But I've never done things by the book, so why start now? I'm hoping I'll just know when our family is complete.

In other words, I don't have a plan. Again.

Sorry to burst your socially acceptable bubble.

 Again.

muahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!

yup.