One last thing...

I, like most, take ages between posts and then suddenly have to post twelve times in one night.  But this is the last thing I have to say tonight, I swear.  I'm a little concerned about how Truman's going to cope with a new baby brother.  He's been the baby for the longest, and probably the most spoiled.  Since he learned to walk so late (18 months) we carried him far too much.  I still find myself carrying him a lot, even though I'm 8 months pregnant with a hernia (it's just so much faster to get where we're going!).  I don't know what he's going to do when there's suddenly a new baby in my arms so much of the time and he is forced to become the big boy...