We are not on the baby train.
Repeat: not riding the baby train.
Yet.
A week with my family in Montana has me completely in love with the kiddos already in our growing fam. This little guy is just one of reasons why the baby train could be coming for me and the mister, full steam. Maybe.
Who can resist when they look at you like this? (could be the shiny camera...)
Or when it's bedtime and they jump on the bed with you in their pjs?
Or when they pick dirty things up off the ground?
Kids are adorable. When you get to give them back. Only kidding (pun intended.) Maybe. I am unwilling to commit to any definitive answer to the age-old awkward question: "When are you two gonna have a baby?"
Baby? Maybe. Some fine day. Until then, going to thoroughly enjoy every moment just being "Auntie" and "Unk" to four beautiful babies.
