On Sunday a good friend of mine, who I haven't seen in quite some time, dropped by my house. It was so good to see her and catch up on things. She is such a lovely person. I truly enjoy her company. Towards the end of our visit I confessed that we had bought a mini van. She was appalled to say the least. Then she asked me how many kids we planned on having. I told her probably four. She couldn't believe it.

To be totally honest, I think my heart would very well break in two just at the thought of being "done" making babies. I know more kids = more work. I know it means less time for myself. I am also very well aware of the fact that I probably wont have anything of any real value (monetarily) until they are grown and out of my house. But I'm okay with that. The worth of a big family is so ETERNALLY great that it far out weighs anything I may or may not be able to obtain in this life.

Besides who would want more of these? Just look at that cute little button nose and chubby cheeks!

I must admit I am completely in love my babies! I am a baby junkie!