where'd that come from?

We took our birthday boy (that would be Toby...Trevy's coming up soon!) to lunch today. Grams kept the littles so he could have quality blow-my-mulah-with-mom-and-dad time. That's what he wanted.



We were wrapping things up with lunch at Friendly's. Jonathan and I both noticed the cute little family that were being seated a couple tables over.



Mostly it was the little baby that caught our eye. He was SO cute. And made the funniest little cranky face. He looked around seven months. Which always reminds me...



Our eyes met over fries and buffalo chicken platters.




And suddenly...



I felt it. That little nibble deep inside. Visions of delicious swaddled up babies swirled in my head. And my heart thump thump thumped - you've always wanted a big family. Suddenly...I more than wanted another. I was craving another. In that way a girl feels down to her toes but cannot explain to her guy. So instead of trying...we just call it the baby bug.



Yep. Bitten. Again.



I haven't felt that way in...



Gee...



Four years?



I didn't think I'd ever feel that way again. Ever.



Weird. Huh?



But no worries though. We are SO done making little foltzies. Because shortly upon arriving home...visions of swaddled babies were quickly replaced with the reality of chasing a cheeky toddler around the yard. Which thank God is finally fenced in. But drat...who taught him how to open that gate?! And those adorable little papooses grow into big nine year old boys. Who frequently wad up muddy pants. And stash them in drawers. For mommy to find while putting away the clean laundry. And let's not even talk about Bristel's barbies!



Nope. We're done.



But it was kinda nice. Ya know. Feels healthy. To feel that feeling again. Like maybe. Just maybe. We're heading towards okay...