Will you have more?

This is the common question. As we approach the six month mark with our second child, I can honestly say I do not know. What I do know, if we have more, we will have two more. But that is a lot of "ifs". I cannot go out to the park, grocery store, restaurant, or anywhere really without getting this question. Will you have more? Will you try for a girl? Oh, you HAVE to try for a girl. Why? Why do I HAVE to do anything? I love having two sons. I was made for two sons. I love sports, and dirt, and being outside and primary colors. Don't get me wrong, a little pink (as in handsome pink polos) is good. But I am not a Barbie playing, doll combing, dress up type of girl. 

Today was a beautiful day at the park. It was sunny, with a few cloud, but mostly gorgeous. I was reflecting on my awful day yesterday. There were tears, lots and lots of tears. Tears about our house being torn up. Tears about the ginormous hole that is collapsing under our drive way. Tears about money. Tears about a dirty house. Just a lot of tears. Yesterday was the type of day where I said to myself, "never, will I ever have more children." Not that they were terrible. Well, actually Aiden was pretty terrible. He knows how to push my buttons. After he hits me: "But mommy, I was having fun with hitting you." After throwing the iPad down the stairs: "But mommy, I was having fun throwing it down the stairs." You get the pattern. That calls for an O.M.G. moment. All day, it was tears for me, tears for Aiden, and Luke baby tears - no meltdowns for him though! 

Today we splashed! We splashed at the park and had a blast in order to get all of the bad juju and bad yahoos out after being cooped up all winter. We LOVE summer in this household. This summer we have some major plans. These include: Buying a new house, Las Vegas mom & dad trip, California, DISNEYLAND for the first time for Aiden!

When people ask me about more kids I cringe a little inside. When I was talking to my friend about this yesterday, she brought up a wonderful point, something she had heard. Don't judge having children by their infancy and toddler years, think about how many people you want at your Thanksgiving table when you are old and grown. This is a great point. Infant years are hard. You lack sleep, sanity, ability to take a shower without a kid cracking their head open or crying to come it. You cannot pee in peace. You cannot sleep in peace. Some days, you just do not want to change one more poopy diaper, or in Aiden's case poopy underwear. 

But then you look at these sweet little faces and smiles and do not even doubt why you decided to have kids in the first place! 

Happy Thursday y'all!