Last night I cleaned out the boys' closet. There were lots of clothes that needed to be sorted through, some to give away, some so worn I'm surprised were still in the closet! I came across some really sweet things my little guy used to wear, but now they're too small.

I've saved a few of my favorites, but I've kept it down to one large tub for both boys. I know some people who hang on to stuff just in case they decide to have one more. NOPE not me! I always had wanted four kids, but after my first pregnancy, I was okay with just one. Good thing Tyler came to us as a surprise, or TC may have been an only child! Life with these two hooligans is enough of a handful and I already spend much of my time fretting over whether I'm raising two respectful, independent, caring individuals or if I'm getting it all wrong! I can't imagine being responsible for any more little lives.

It made me a little sad to think that the baby days are over, but not because I miss having a baby in the house; I worry that I missed some magical bliss that others experienced in the early months/years. A friend of mine has decided to have one or two more and it made me think about reconsidering my stance on remaining a two-child family. I decided that it's not fair to myself, our family, or an innocent little life to have another child in hopes that maybe I could enjoy the baby-stage properly!

Don't get me wrong, above all else I love my boys more than anything on earth, but the first few years were CRAZY!!! I'll fill you in on the next post...