While getting dressed this morning, I was given the once-over by my oldest daughter. It always makes me uncomfortable when I see her looking me up and down because I know some question is going to come from it that I'm not going to like. This morning's embarrassing question was regarding my lack of breast pads. Why wasn't I wearing them any more? It actually started out with her wondering where the round, soft things were...
I explained that since I wasn't nursing Reagan anymore, I didn't need them.
"When are you going to have another baby?"
I reminded her Reagan is still a baby.
"But we like babies."
I assured her there were plenty of babies in this family.
"I think we should have 5 babies."
Two more babies would be a lot more work, I said.
"I could feed one and Darcy could feed one."
Is she serious? Then she reports that when she's a mama, she wants to have 5 babies also. Over breakfast, she decides she and Darcy will have their babies at the same time. Unfortunately, Darcy doesn't agree that 5 is a great number. "I want one baby and one husband," Darcy said.
I must be doing something right for Lily to think it's so glamorous to have a bunch of children.