And Then There Were THREE . . .

. . . kids that is. All mine.

An almost-6-year-old who daily makes new spaceships and robots out of legos and longs to share every SINGLE detail about what they can do with me.

A 3-and-a-half-year-old whose voice DEMANDS to be heard among the chaos. Her time is filled with princesses, dolls, ballerina tutus - and LOTS of snuggling.

And of course a three-week-old. Her voice gets a little louder every day as she is beginning to show more and more personality. She fits in really well, this new addition, and her brother and sister could not be happier.

Well, that's not true. Her brother would be happier if I would please have another baby - this time a boy - so that we would be SIX . . . three boys and three girls. Making it "even". I didn't bother trying to tell him that life isn't fair - or even. ;)

Here are my three beautiful babies . . .





. . . and this is what happened when Olivia burped (from laying on her tummy)