I’ve noticed a sort of off feeling I’ve been getting of late. It’s not overwhelming or all-consuming…just there enough to be noticed. When we all go out…the five of us…I get this sensation of being very proud that we are a family of five. Does that make sense? Is that bizarre? I don’t really know where or why I feel it other than I just like having a “big” family…I know it’s not really big, but it’s bigger than four I guess. I like being pretty darn normal and together for the most part, with the three kids in tow. We go to the mall, to restaurants, to the city…wherever…and just do it. Perhaps it’s because a lot of people seem to think it’s a big deal. We don’t but many do. They have nannys, they keep one or more of the kids home, they do all these things because it’s a bit overwhelming to them for some reason. I’m not sure why, but it is. I like having three kids and two dogs. It makes life worth it. It makes it a little crazy, a little bit tiring, and a little bit annoying. But overall, it really makes it a joy. It seems to be the way we are supposed to be, surrounded by activity, by noise, by life. Life, beautiful life. There’s nothing like it and it’s getting to be more and more of a joy as the little one gets a little bigger each day.