But then a little sister came to be instead. She can't be too picky, right? Sisters...brothers...they're all the same. Okay, so maybe not. But for argument's sake, we'll pretend it all is.
I know, I said "no more," but surprises happen. People get bitten by the spontaneity bug and before you ask yourself, "what was I thinking?" you're in for a whole new responsibility.
So our house is now welcoming another pitter patter of little feet.
Weighing in at less than five pounds, not all that long and as cute as can be came our newest addition, arriving in a basket fresh from the stork. Meet Izabella Fudge Hudson, named Fudge by the anxious and proud big sister. First she named her Callie, but a day later she awoke with the firm decision that her little sister is named Fudge and so it's sticking, despite the fact that option wasn't on any lists we had personally offered.
Big sister Aerial is shockingly more tolerant than we had ever considered and Kaitlin is as casual. Bailey is thrilled.
We are too.
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