Last November we moved into a wonderful new house. It has been such an answer to prayer every single day since then. We are so thankful for it. Now that the weather is warm (sort of, what the heck JUNE?!?!) and we are on summer break from homeschooling, it's time to make it look a little bit more like OUR home on the inside. We started last Saturday with the kids bathroom.

Before: Pink and Blue sponge painted with floral wall paper border

Ben was so excited and had to be part of the action

It still needs a few minor touches but we now have a latte colored jungle bathroom for the kids...

In a comment to my last post, Rhonda asked if anyone fell in the water. Let me just paint you a little picture of the "goings-on" only seconds after I snapped that picture.

I looked up to see Ben soaking wet up to his chest.

I took a breath to deal with him when I heard Luke say, "Oh NO!" I looked over at him to see his croc floating down the waterfall and into the reservoir.

Before I can say, "sorry buddy, it's gone now." I hear a splash and look over to see Ethan (not wearing crocs but shoes and socks) standing in knee deep water.

I turn to check on Aisling to make sure she hasn't run off during all of this only to see her with A CIGARETTE BUTT IN HER MOUTH!

I scooped up the babies, said to the boys, "we're leaving right now, let's go." And raised my white flag of defeat all the way home.

Unlike her mother. Ahem.

The strangest thing has been happening to me lately. I keep looking for the baby. I'll have all 4 kids in front of me and almost start to panic just for a second looking for the baby. Then I remember that there isn't an infant in this family any more and that all of my children are right in front of me. Or I'll think I hear the baby crying and freeze to listen only to realize that I don't have a baby that cries like that anymore. Everywhere I go I am always doing the head count. How many kids 1, 2, 3, 4. Ok they are all with me. Yet, I'm still looking for one more. "Where's the other one?"

I don't know why this keeps happening. Maybe it's that I'm just used to having a little tiny baby around and now that Aisling is 1 things are starting to get a little easier. Maybe it's that finally after 13 months I am getting the hang of having 4, but haven't lost that panic drowning feeling yet? But does it mean that I should, someday, have a 5th? Right now is absolutely NOT the right time to have another baby and if you ask my husband we are DONE done. But both my MIL and I have had dreams that I am pregnant again (which I am not). Does that mean anything? It could just mean that I have been pregnant a lot in the last 7 years and so that's how I appear in dreams. When I see people with little tiny newborns I want to kiss and cuddle and love on that baby, but mostly I'm glad for THAT mommy and only a very small portion of me wants to have another one.

Please someone tell me I'm not the only one that this happens to. Anyone?