The picture request went like this:
Me: Kids! Come stand here really quick for a picture.
Me: Good grief, it will take ten seconds! Just stand here and smile.
Me: Click. Perfect. Get in the car.
It just occurred to me that I am still no good at getting a good picture of four kids (mostly because of my own laziness and lack of planning), and in 2 months I will add one more to the mix.
It also occurred to me in Sacrament Meeting while Kitty was kicking Jane, Jane was understandably annoyed, Lizzy was complaining of a headache, and our bench looked like a war zone between the armies of Cheerios and Broken Crayons (the Cheerios won, I believe) that the only thing to make my Sacrament experience more rewarding was if I could add a hungry newborn to my worship.
Eight more weeks. Hold me.