You Know You Beat The Average 2.06 Kids Born/Woman (CIA estimate for U.S) When

You're waiting with one of your bairn for her checkup and you overhear the pediatrician ask the nurse "So, how many Lairds do we have today?  Just one?  Oh, okay."

So sorry to disappoint, Dr. Dave. Next time I'll bring all five and we'll really have some fun.

I Imagined This Would Happen. I Had Simply Hoped It Wouldn't.

The kids are in bunk beds.  Occasionally their conversations steer towards the "what happens when the person on the top bunk throws up all over the place?".

Tonight it happened and it happened big.  If you've ever wondered how far and wide vomit can go from a five-foot perch, you're welcome to stop by.  It was stunning how much carpet the arc of yak covered.  Gross, and stunning.

The best (?) part is, it's only 10:30 pm and only 1 child has come down with the case of the honks. 

Four more kidlets to go.  I probably need to cover the interior of the house with tarps.

Just A Little Obsessed

Even though the show is so scripted, I love to watch House Hunters.  I hate to make John suffer through it with me, so I don't watch it very often, but I did catch an episode a couple weeks ago that sent me to my thinking seat.  The short of it: the couple ended up buying an old fire station (!) and I now believe such a building would be nearly perfect for the Laird 7.  What sold me?  Two things:

1. The bay.  One stinkin', enormous, high-ceiling'd room.  It takes the "great room" and "open concept" ideas to a new level. 

2. The lovely, oh-so-lovely, dorm-like bathroom.  5 sinks (yay!), three stalls, three showers, and a urinal.  Now, some people think a urinal is either gross or not that neat.  I don't deny the potential for gross, but I would still love to have one for my boy. 

So now I daydream about how fun it would be to convert a firehouse. 

Silly, I know. But cool.