The other day, as I was putting photos away from Vegas, Tim found his baby photo album. He had such a blast pointing out his little baby pictures. I, on the other hand, had a little tingle that it was time to start working on another little one. You know that baby fever, where every little baby foot makes you want your own little baby. They are just so darn adorable.
Then I got to thinking is there ever a point when you know you are done. Is there a feeling, a sign? Or do you just decide, that whether you get the itch or not, this one is your last?