Eleanor turned one month old on Saturday! I rather unwisely decided switch Hammie's clothes this weekend too, and get out all the 2T clothes for him. I don't say this was unwise because Hammie didn't need his 2T clothes out, he definitely has outgrown all the 18 month items still in his drawers, but because it was a little more than I was prepared to handle emotionally to have Eleanor turn an entire month old and in the same weekend put away tons of adorable little boys' clothes knowing full well that the next time I take them out it will be to give them away to someone else's little boy. I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a moment in the attic when I considered coming down and asking Andy if he wouldn't like to have maybe just one more baby. I didn't act on this impulse, not because it wasn't strong enough to prompt me to start a discussion, but because I definitely already knew Andy's answer.

Luckily, although still insanely hormonal, I am currently rationale enough to know that after my parents have left this weekend and Andy and I are outnumbered by our children, and when Andy goes back to work after the long weekend, and I am finally REALLY outnumbered, having another baby will be far less appealing than it was an a day when I peacefully sorted clothes in the attic all my myself. Still, I would be lying if I said I didn't think there is a part of me that will likely revisit the topic for many months, if not years, to come.

Fraser has his preschool orientation tomorrow, which is both very exciting and incredibly nerve wracking (like I wasn't in a precarious enough emotional state as it is). It definitely looks like this is going to be a year of big changes for everyone in the McBeth household.