I commandeered this console from our MONGO analog TV set whose only function is to play flicks for the rascals. Walking in from weeding, this sight makes my heart flutter. There is something about a "put together" foyer that says, settled. That, we are still far from--but we are getting there.
So suddenly both our shoe and laundry load has "hit home" the fact that we are what they call a large family of six. Plus, we ate a whole pineapple at dinner. Six, a nice, even number. After a large black, glass vase full of water and flowers got caught in a Hazel Vs. Seth pillow fight today and shattered and splattered EVERYWHERE---well, it makes me think we should stick to six. But Dr. Gooch is alway like, "let's have more baby more!" And I'm like, "whatevs, dude!"