Baby Three...

After this past weekend with the boys, Tom keeps declaring we are finished, finito, put a fork in us we're done.

I will admit, it was a rather trying and frustrating weekend and they tag-teamed us well. Ben has hit yet another moody, broody, bratty, ungrateful, almost teenage-girl-like hormonal phase or something. (is this what I have to look forward to with age five?) Simon is almost two, need I say more? There were definitely moments this weekend where I considered dropping Tom off somewhere for the big snip snip. LOL.

Poor potential, not-yet-or maybe-never-conceived baby Three. His or her very existence is constantly in limbo based on big brothers' behavior. Let the sibling rivalry begin! ;) Let's hope, for Three's sake that the big boys both hit relatively easy phases at the same time one day!