Insanity Personified

As you probably have noticed, the blog has a new look since my last post.  Besides the cosmetic changes, I also changed its name from "Insanity Personified."  Over the last month, every time I would post something, I would see the blog title and think about how outdated it was.   When I first started this blog, it was true; I felt totally out of my element 99% of the time, and kept wondering why I was so insane as to accept this trying new role.  Every day was a challenge.  I was either already insane or on my way there... 

In my defense, I had never been longer than 48 hours alone with the kids before staying home. I didn't know how to occupy their time and felt like the hours crawled.  So much has changed since then.  I don't have it all figured out just yet, but everyday doesn't seem so laborious.  We've got a little routine and the best part is that I know my kids better from all of our quality time, so solutions to formerly mysterious breakdowns are easier to come by.

I do a considerable amount of thinking when I am rocking Reagan to sleep, which is generally the only quiet time I have between the hours of 5:30 a.m. - 8:30 p.m.  This past week as I rocked, I was thinking about how precious she is and how much I enjoy the time we spend together in that chair each day.  I was reflecting on how fleeting this time is, as she will soon be running around and finding me annoying in just a blink of an eye.  Naturally, this made me think about our family size and whether this will be my last child who I rock in this glider.  I am flooded with snippets of conversations Jimmy and I have had 1000 times before, which always ends in a declaration of "THIS IS IT!"  For me it isn't that simple, and as I rocked I started making a list (something I am famous for) of all of the pros and cons to substantiate our decision to not have more children.

Pros:
1.  I think I was made to have babies.  Both pregnancies and deliveries were very easy.  Plus maternity pants are incredibly comfortable.
2.  I love kids and so does Jimmy.  I  think pretty much everything they do is hilarious, so having another one or two running around would add to the fun.
3.  All stages are fleeting.  Sure, there are many moments where you are convinced someone has replaced your child with a demon spawn, (a great example of this was our shopping trip yesterday... to keep it short, both kids were sans naps and by the third store we nearly left them both there) but those moods quickly pass and help you appreciate the good times.


Cons:
1. Swimsuit modeling career would be stalled another year.  Sad news. 
2. Expensive.  We would have to get a new car, at the very least, and would max out our house's capacity.  I've also donated everything that we aren't using, so we'd have to start all over buying baby gear and clothes.
3. Already feel out numbered.  I can't count the number of times a day that I wish I were an octopus.  I never have enough hands, and coupled with the fact that I hate taking multiple trips, having another child is nearly impossible.
4. Inconvenient.  I would have to stop drinking fun stuff like caffeine and alcohol for another two years, which is really annoying.  Another inconvenience off the top of my head: it would take longer to get a table at a restaurant because a party of 5 upgrades us from a small table to a booth or larger table.
5.  I know they say that love multiplies, but I'm not sure I am capable of loving another child as much as I love the two we already have.
6. Infant stage: I can't stand it.  Sure they're small and cute, but they are all work and no play.  They might not technically restrict your ability to go places, but when you do go somewhere you need a trailer to carry all of the extra crap.  Plus another year of diapers, bottles, and spit up.  No thanks!
7. Jimmy would divorce me.  Sure, this would mean that I could finally hit the singles scene again, but I suspect the dating pool would be smaller for a single mother with three kids.  Plus, I would be further outnumbered with no one obligated to listen to my complaints.
8.  Sleep, the final and most convincing argument for me.  We haven't had a good night's rest since our cruise a year ago when we left Ashton with my parents.  I really don't have the strength to go through another year of sleepless nights, and just thinking about it makes me exhausted!

With that, I think it is settled.  I'll stick to loving the ones I've got!

BUSTED!  Little man climbed up on the desk to do work.  Sneaky little sucker...

As I was correcting (and taking a picture) of Ashton, Reagan swiped his juice and drank it like a pro!  You can't turn your attention for one second around these two!