JC Says, Nursery Decor, and Baby #3

JC is a very articulate kid. He's also very dramatic. I need to make a video of him talking and post it on here. Maybe I'll do that soon.

Anyway, yesterday the new PB Kids catalog arrived. Don't you just love that day? Anything from J.Crew or Pottery Barn makes the walk to the mailbox worth it!

As I was flipping through, I saw an adorable photo of a nursery. 

This nursery to be specific:

{Photo: PB Kids}

He was sitting in my lap as I was flipping through it. We always look at it together, just so I can get some ideas as to what he likes. (Which, is basically anything in Superman Red or Blue, just in case you didn't know that!) 

I said, "Oh, wow! I love this. Do you think you could go back to being a baby so that I can make this your room?"

His exact response, word for word (as he looked at me with a complete incredulous "how stupid are you?" look on his face):

"Mommy, it doesn't work like that. See, you're born a baby. Then you get bigger and bigger and bigger until you get REALLY big. Then, you get old and when you're really old, a long long long time from now, you die and go to heaven and meet Baby Jesus. But, he's not really a baby anymore. He's a grown-up, too. So, no. I won't be able to get smaller to fit in that. People who are big don't sleep in cribs. That can't happen."

And now I know. 

I posted the photo on FB, and said that it almost made me want another baby. Almost. Then, I commented that Myra loves being the baby, so every time I start having that thought, she promptly poops and changes my mind. 

She delivered. Pun intended. 

Within 5 minutes of the comment, we had a major explosion. The kind that required me to just stick her in the bathtub and hose her off in the shower (don't worry, I kept my hand under the water the whole time to make sure it didn't get too hot).

And just like that, I no longer wanted another baby. 

Problem solved. You're welcome, Patrick (who, despite having 5 sisters wants no more children). No baby # 3 for me.