…when we were just a family of THREE.When we only had ONE baby to love on.And only ONE that made me want to pull my hair out. Or wait…ONE that actually pulled my hair out himself.

Now we are a family of FOUR.

Man how life changes when you become a family of FOUR.

Eventually we will become a family of FIVE. Then I will think a family of FOUR is easy.

But not until then.

And “THEN” won’t be any time soon.

I am too busy trying to figure out this family of FOUR thing.