I don't know what to title this post.

I think I've been pregnant for 42 years; which is really bad because I'm only 31. I can't imagine having supertwins (3 or more babies at a time). It must be hellish.


Our nieces were up for two weeks. It was a really nice visit. Jack tattled on them a lot. We discouraged that but it was actually kind of funny. When Jack wasn't in earshot we'd tease the girls that they were picking on him all the time. One time he brought me a piece of paper and complained that Machet wouldn't draw cheese for him. Another time he complained that they wouldn't let him watch his movie. I told him they didn't have to let him watch what he wanted all the time, he needed to let them pick. Later I found out that they had already switched the movie out for him three times and told him they weren't going to do it again. Once he told me they wouldn't let him play Uno (which he loves to play and does pretty well); he said they told him it wasn't a game for boys. Come to find out they weren't playing Uno, they were playing cribbage which is definitely out of his league. They definitely didn't let him get away with everything he wanted which was good. We made it clear to them that they didn't have to give in to his demands. He was upset when they had to leave. It's nice to have the house back to ourselves but it is sure quiet around here.