I wasn’t sure if Scorch was going to have a sibling.  The long road we traveled on to have him was full of a lot of disappointment and heartbreak- I honestly wasn’t sure if I had the strength to go that way again.  Plus, Scorch was perfect. How could we improve on that? We had gotten everything we wanted in that one miracle baby- were we tempting fate to try to have another child?  So, we didn’t try.  We didn’t not try, either- but we didn’t actively set out to have another baby, the Bean just happen.

The minute I saw my two babies together I wondered why in the world I thought having two kids was a bad idea.

Now my two babies are 5 and 3 and I wonder a lot of things.

> How can two kids torment each other so much?

> How does the Bean know just what to say to rile Scorch up so quickly?

> How can two kids profess to hate each other one minute and be as thick as thieves the next?

> How does the Bean know just the right thing to say when Scorch is throwing a fit to make him laugh?

> How can Scorch be trying to whack the Bean one second and then agree to play “Daddy” when she wants to play house the next?

These children of mine, they are a mystery to me.  But I don’t ever, ever wonder why I had them.