"There Were Ten in the Bed, and the Little One Said Roll Over..."

Sometimes I start kissing these cheeks and I don't think I can stop.

Quincy-Bee, you get more beautiful every day.

Last night there was a HUGE thunderstorm. The kind with the CrrrRACK! of thunder that wake you from a dead sleep and before you realize that you are even awake, you are halfway down the hall to check on your babies....who are both, of course, HYSTERICAL. UN-CONSOLABLE. We did our best, and after everyone was calm, the storm raged on and no one was going to go back to sleep. Finally, I grabbed a pillow, put Q in bed with R, climbed in beside them, and wrapped my arms around them until the rain and wind and flashing lights and thunder that shook the house stopped. (3 1/2 hours later).

There we were all snuggled together. Me, with my arms around Quincy-with her arms around my-blankie, and her big sister, Reese-who had one arm around bunny, kitty, baby doll, and pink care bear, and the other wrapped back around and resting on baby brother.

And of course, we were all kicked around plenty by Big Willy...who took up more than his share of the available space.

All 9 of us. In Reese's twin bed.
Then Aaron came back in to tuck us in and make sure his girls were safe.

I guess that makes Ten.