In the begining of Dec, we were a family of 5 living in a four bedroom house.  My mom came to stay with us Dec 10th-ish.  On Dec 15th, baby B was born.  The 24 of Dec, my sister, K, came to live with us.  Then we were a family of 8, living in a four bedroom house.  My husband, M, thought the bedroom arrangements were slightly unfair.  M, B, and myself, all share a room.  D and N share a room.  My mom and sister share a room.  Princess C has her very own room.  I said, "A princess can't share a room!"  On Wed, my brother, B, sister-in-law, Y, and niece, A,  flew in from CA for my grandpa's funeral.  So now, we are a family of 11, living in a four bedroom house.  Now, my mom moved into the boy's room, and my sister moved to the couch.  And Princess C still has her own room.  Oh, but it doesn't stop there!  The funeral is early in the morning, so tonight, my brother, T, is staying here.  That makes 12.  And that's where it ends, because I am out of siblings. 

During the day, we had some peace and quiet, which I didn't think would ever happen.  D was away at an interview for a commercial (which he didn't get), N was at preschool, C, baby B, and Baby A, were all sleeping.  Wow, was it nice. 

I was dreading the time when both babies would cry.  I knew it would happen, and sooner rather than later, because both babies are very fussy.  Last night, it happened.  My brother B, had baby B, and my sister-in-law, Y, had Baby A.  They were both standing up, swinging the babies around and both babies were fussing.  I thought it would be a nightmare, but it was HILARIOUS.  I got out the video camera and taped them.  We were all cracking up.  I guess it always helps when someone is sharing in your misery.