When we're out and about, people look at our two car seats and say, "You must really have your hands full." They don't even know the half of it.
We're actually a family of eight. Two parents. Two babies. Two dogs. Two cats. We started our family nearly five years ago with our cat Rocko. That led to our cat Lily. And we lived happily as a family of four until about three years ago.
On a very fateful Valentine's Day in 2007, Scott gave me Izzy.
Cute puppy, right? Let me walk you through just how cute she is.
She's part St. Bernard, part Great Pyrenees, part terror. And a few days ago, as I was closing the sliding glass door behind me, she tried running inside before I closed it. Not only did she probably break a rib or two, she broke the door. Took it right off its track.
Are two babies a handful? Absolutely. Add in two dogs, two cats and Scott, and I have about seven hands full.