Facing Reality

I've know this for a while. Nobody reads my blog for the knitting. I know it. I try to deny it. But you're all really here to see cute pictures of my children, and to read about how such angelic looking creatures shaved the cat. I will no longer fight it.

My proud Seven Year Old...

The Comedic Stylings of Meaty...

The Dance Stylings of Bird...

And my tiny peanut...

The Greatest is sure he sees a peenie in this picture. I think it is too soon to tell. Meaty wants a boy and a girl. When we explained that we could only have a boy OR a girl he settled for three boys. Thank goodness he isn't getting his way.

My children have been surprisingly subdued and well behaved lately. No cat food, no shaving cream. Even the new markers are mostly used on paper. I think they feel sorry for me because the smallest of them all is kicking my butt. I know they are plotting something. I just haven't quite figured out what yet. I think they know this little one will be a force to be reckoned with. He/She isn't born yet, and look how it's worn me down into absolute submission already. I fear the children are just trying to decide once the baby is born if they shall gang up against it and squash it down before it becomes too powerful or recruit to their side. If they choose the latter may God have mercy on us all.