Oh, it's not what you're thinking, but life is about to get even crazier around here. The interrupted nights and potty training has already begun.
We brought our sixth baby home yesterday afternoon, much like we've brought home the other five, tucked between Brian and me on the seat while the older kids waited at home for our return.
His name is Finn and he is nine weeks old, born six days before Christmas.
Part of a litter of eleven puppies, he is used to large families and fits in well around here. He certainly doesn't lack for love and attention. We refer to him as the "little brother." He's spunky and energetic, but he melts like butter in your arms when you pick him up.
As Gavin said tonight, "Finn has already become one of our family."