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My Weekend With Thomas and James

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I met Thomas and James at the store this past Friday. Desi became instant friends with them so I just had to bring them home. I had no idea that they would become inseparable. Okay, so Thomas and James are not real people, in fact, they are trains ("Thomas and Friends"). I bought them for Desi since he is so into that show. Well, I never thought that he would become so attached to these toys.

I am sitting here in my kitchen amusing myself over the fact that I have 3 children now and Desi has some great new friends to keep him company. I had to bathe Thomas and James, I had to feed them, I had to give them something to drink--everything Desi needed to do, he insisted that Thomas and James do it too. It's pretty cute. He goes to bed with them, one on each side of his pillow. He rides around with them when we're  out running errands. I think he is building a lifelong friendship with these two. I am glad I brought them together. LOL!

I enjoy seeing him so enthused about his new toys, but it makes me wonder if he is lonely. Maybe he needs a brother or sister for companionship. I'm not sure. I mean, I have been bitten by the baby bug. I am not going to deny the fact that I would love to have another one. However, with this economy we would really need to count the cost. One child is definitely a challenge. How would it be with two? Sometimes I can't even handle Desi and our dog together without getting frustrated. My husband starts stuttering when I even mention a baby. It takes him a while to come around to certain things. He is a very analytic thinker and he is all about having a plan A, B, C, D AND the E. I am going back and forth with the thought. I would love for us to make a solid decision about this before I am 30, so we'll see. Anyway, gotta go!


Night Night!

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