After DD4 brought us to our knees again this weekend, I remembered after one particualarly bad evening that she had some caffienated soda--usually forbidden--earlier that day. Never again!
To top it off, one of our old friends announced they were expecting their SEVENTH child. They sent along a photo of the first six all lined up and smiling. I tried and failed to envision us surviving having a third child similar to our first two. Then I comforted myself with the thought that they couldn't handle ours either, to fend off any creeping notions that we may simply just be bad parents.
