Picking up the slack.

As Christian and I are most likely going to die childless and Tina is busy diving and wrassling giraffes, Mark and Shannon have to have enough children to make up for our lack of ensuring that the human race continues past this generation. And a damn fine job they're doing. They've produced the only two children on earth who make me want to have my own.

So, imagine my glee when I found out that I may be sharing a birthday with a new Blewett baby! I make the parents promise to never give combined birthday/Christmas presents or I would report them to Child Welfare. That way, I'd get the kids. It's all part of a bigger plan.

I really want it to be a girl this time. Not that another boy would go amiss, as the first two turned out so well, but I could buy her things like this, and this, and this. Oh, and this. And especially this. And pretty much everything from here.