Why there will be no more babies in our house

This morning my 3.5 year old daughter asked if we could "get a baby" tonight. Ummm... no.

We had spent the weekend with my family, which includes my 6 month old nephew, so her request wasn't exactly out of the blue. My nephew is at that cute age where he's really smiley and happy. Still, no.

This is the first time since having kids that I have held a baby and felt absolutely no desire to have another one. And that feels right to me. I knew that I wanted a third child. We weren't done. Now? We are done.

If we add a fourth child to our home, it will have to be via adoption, and it will not be a baby.

How am I so certain? My husband and I asked my brother if the baby was crawling yet. My brother laughed and said no, he's barely sitting up. We just looked at each other.

We have forgotten when the developmental milestones occur! We were a little surprised to discover this. After all, we have three children. We have been through this three times, we should be pros. But it's like our brains knew that we no longer needed this extraneous information and so we deleted it.

We are done.

My husband, great lover of babies that he is, told me that he didn't even hold the baby until someone passed him to him. Huh. Used to be a time that we would have ran to the baby and ripped him from the holder's arms. Not this time.

We are done. 

Now that we are entering the precious tween stage with our oldest, life looks a lot different for us. We are dealing with a whole new ballgame. And we are discovering that this new ballgame is actually pretty awesome.

We can tell our oldest to go take a shower and he just does it (mostly). We have homework and after school activities, and, for the most part, we like doing those things.

While I enjoyed the hours spent sitting and holding my little babies, I don't have time for that anymore. I have SO MANY THINGS TO DO EVERYDAY! Sitting still, holding a baby? Not one of them.

Now I know it's not all sitting and staring, but I just remember feeling so housebound when my kids were little. It was an ordeal to get somewhere. Now? So much easier. Somedays we just go, with no supplies! Gasp! 

The kids cry. I say, "Why are you crying?" They answer me (mostly). I fix it and we move on.

They sleep! On a schedule! Routinely! In their own beds (mostly)!

The kids tell awesome stories and are all able to converse intelligently (mostly). We love laughing at what they say and watching their personalities continue to develop. They are forming and we are watching it unfold, and it is a pleasure.

So no, dear daughter, I will not be getting you a baby. You'll have to worry about that yourself when you are much much much older.

We are done. 

I love babies and I love my nephew very much. But I am happy to hand him back to his mommy and daddy, thank you very much. 

That ship has sailed and I am happy to have seen it go. 

One...

One...

Two...

Two...

Three. And.... done.

Three. And.... done.

Gosh, they were cute little babies, weren't they? But, to be honest, I've known them for a lot longer now, and I think they're even cuter today than they were back then.

So yep. Done.