Just yesterday, John and I were getting ready in our bathroom and Calvin was busy chatting our ears off. Other than an occasional clang of the drum, it was pretty quiet in the living room where Finn and Oliver were playing. I wondered for a minute what was going on, but figured "as long as no one is crying..." We walked into the living room only to discover this:
Ollie camping out on the living room floor.
I've always cherished each baby like it's my 1st, and so I was quite dismayed to discover that my level of care had dropped a few notches. As much as I hate to admit it, Ollie has officially earned his stripes as a 3rd child:(
Ollie wasn't the only one camping out in the living room that day. John took Finn outside at midnight(not my idea!) the night before to watch the meteor shower and Finn was obviously trying very hard to see some more shooting stars.