No More Children

There will be no more children in this house! Almost everyone I know wants to know if I am going to have another baby. No. I don't want another baby. I don't want another child. Why? Because if I have another child it will be a boy. I'm not going to play with fate, karma, or whatever you want to call it. I will not have a girl, I don't want to try. I'm happy and content with my two boys.

I'm not sure which was harder; the adoption process of Roman or the birthing process of Liam. They both cost about the same so that's a non-issue. Although, with Roman we got to fly to Russia twice, met some wonderful people, saw a Russian ballet performance, and had the best soup of my life. Russia is an amazing and beautiful place. I highly recommend going there at least once in your life.

Another reason I'm not having more children is that I like my sanity. It astounds me everyday the stuff I have to teach my children. It seems that some of the stuff I teach should have been hardwired in them upon birth. Crazy mommy idea's I'm sure! What am I blogging about? Let's see... Don't jump off the furniture with your head first; or at all. Don't ride the banister (that is 15 feet from the floor) like a pony. Don't take anything - especially possible food items - out of the trash; it is there for a reason! Don't put your fingers in your little/big brother's mouth - he will always bite. No, you can't wear Mommy's bra as a hat in public. No, you can't have candy for breakfast. No, I won't put you in the dryer to warm up; nor the oven. The list of craziness goes on and on! The bickering, the schedules, the screaming, all the other crazy things kids like to do gets on my last nerve around 4:00pm everyday. I'm pretty sure that if I put them to bed at 4:00pm they'd be awake by 2:00 maybe 3:00am and I'm not reasonable at that time.

The last reason? My husband had a vasectomy in October. I'm not letting anyone else see me naked.