This week the kids discovered their baby books and spent hours looking at pictures, giggling about being babies, loving that they used to be in my tummy. They loved looking at all their firsts, listening to me read about their firsts and favorites, and asking about who people were in some of the pictures. Radley's wasn't as sophisticated as the girls, and Landry's wasn't complete. When she got to the end, she kept flipping back and forth at the blank page, looked at me and said, "What happened, Mommy?"
Third kid, Landry. That's what happened.