Babies in the House

I awoke this morning to the sound of a cooing baby. No, it wasn't a dream; nor was it some kind of goofy premonition. It was actually the sound of two Chou Chou baby dolls that Grandma Bev gave to Sophie and Lucy years ago - it's just that Dave finally put the batteries back into them. When we got them John was just a few months old and the girls wanted (and badly needed) their own baby dolls to play with. The batteries went in initially but were soon disconnected. At that time one cooing, crying, hungry and softly breathing baby was enough in our chaotic household. But now that they're back, I kind of miss the sounds of a baby in the house. With that said, I just want to point out that nobody should be getting any ideas - it's not going to happen around here.