Lately we've been dealing with the glory of teething with Evie, and last night was especially fun. My poor little girl was having such a hard time falling asleep because she's stubborn, has way too much energy, and obviously the infant Tylenol and teething tablets weren't working. Our little family didn't get to bed until 2:00 a.m. and Evie still woke up a couple times after that. I haven't been up this much with Evie since she stopped nursing 6 months ago.
So, this post is a commendation to all you parents who decided to have more than one. Props to you. Now question: how conscious were you when you and your spouse decided to have that extra one, two, three, or how ever many bundles of joy, to do everything all over again? Or did God come into the equation and say, "No, trust me. You'll thank me for this in 20 years." Just wondering.