Every year, we travel up north to Nana & Papa's cottage. This year was no different. The ride up made me mildly nauseous, but I stuck with it as this may be the first and last time this season, as I don't think we'll be going up over Labor Day as I'll be HUGE!!!
While we're there, Nana & I were talking about car seat configurations, sleeping arrangements, baby registries, and all that kind of stuff. We kept mentioning the word 3. Eli was sitting next to me, taking it all in. Finally he said...
"Mama, are you having 3 babies?"
Well then, I guess we didn't have to tell him. He figured it all out on his own. He's probably so confused. Every couple of weeks, we tell him there's another baby. Now he'll figure out why I make him kiss my belly 3 times and why we light 3 candles at church. That's at least one bit of stress off our backs. Now we don't have to give people hand signals when we're talking about the babies...the cat's out of the bag!!!
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