Kids are the reason to have Christmas, in my opinion. However, two Terrors are more than enough. I only think I want another one when I see the tiny little clothes, or the sweet baby girls in the stores, or when I realize that this is the very last time I will pass certain milestones with my babies. So at least once a week I question our decision to stop.
Christmas morning, Girl Terror opened a wonderful present from Grandma. It was a lovely dolly, complete with her own little wardrobe. She hugged her new baby, and naturally stripped her naked immediately. Hubby asked her "What's your dolly's name?" Up until now all dollys have been "Dolly" or "Baby". Not this one! Girl Terror gazed at her new treasure, and with love oozing in her voice, named her "Sister".