Three for three

It's clear to me, from the way my kids dote on younger kids (their neighbors, their cousins, any old toddler stumbling down the street), that they would both like to be big brothers to a new baby. (Yes, I realize B looks totally uninterested in this photo but honestly he was trying to entertain the little guy). I was also clued in to this desire by W's recent comment: "Let's have another baby."

This is the exact opposite type of comment W's dad has made to me over and over. It sounds something like this: "If you get pregnant again, I'm leaving." He jests.

I thought I wanted three kids. I still think maybe I do. But it's a moot discussion to have with myself. N just isn't into it, and now I'm unsure what I'd actually do if he perked up and championed the idea. Recently I tried to pin him down on whether it would really be so difficult if we had a third child.

"We could do three," I said. "Bigger family, more fun!"
"We could do three," he said. Pause. "In fact how about this deal? You have a third baby, and I get to have a threesome. Three for three."

No deal. We bought a fish.