Last but not least...that's my baby, Brendan Joseph.
He's the last in line (currently, anyway. #notanannouncement) and I have so much motherguilt with him. I haven't even started his baby book yet!! He is not the world's easiest baby (we've had a few of those, and oh my, a spoiled mother do they make) and that makes him harder to *like*. I know! Things only a mother could type! I *love* him but can we please just hurry him up to the best age ever...four. As I try to type this, he is planning an escape from the toy room where his big siblings are watching him in shifts so that I can have a moment of downtime before my head explodes. It's been one of those days. The great thing about having lots of kids is seeing lots of personalities and knowing that this too, shall pass. We've had hard babies turn into wonderful kids, so I know all hope is not lost!