Snip Snip

My sister is in Charleston this week with her eldest daughter for some one-on-one time with her before preschool starts. I have her youngest (9 and a half months old) for three days until her daddy comes to get her and take her to Charleston to meet up with mommy and big sister. I am now positive that I do not need to have any more babies. Don't get me wrong. She is a good baby. Goes to bed at 7 pm and sleeps until 7 or 7:30 the next morning. She is happy almost all of the time. Even so- I had forgotten how much time and effort goes into taking care of a baby! (Not to mention that she is already walking, so that puts an extra "spin" on things.) Today is picture day at A and E's school. There is a lot of hair to be fixed there, so I told Brian he would have to get up early and feed and dress baby while I turned the rats nests into beautiful locks of silk. He agreed. Well, the whole time I am doing hair and getting them dressed - all I can hear from the kitchen is "Stop spitting...... stop that..... good grief, child, stop." And this went on and on until I was laughing so hard I had to stop fixing hair and re-focus. Apparantly a cat also jumped onto the counter while the feeding was in progress, (baby is terrified of the cats) and then I heard "It's okay! It's okay! Cat -get down! Don't cry!" It was pretty funny. Needless to say my husband has not mentioned in the past two days how much he would love to "have another one". In fact, he told me that he would not mind if I went and had "them tied". I told him that I have indeed experienced enough, so that he needed to make the appt for the snip- snip. Well- he usually has a fit if I mention that, but this time I think he actually thought about it. I am wearing him down. I can feel it.