Apparently something shifts in the minds of others when a family goes from three kids to four. I can't tell you how many times since Greta was born that we've heard the question, "So are you done?" or "Is she your last one?" Our canned answer is always something like, "Who knows..." or "We'll see," or "Well... we can fit one more in the van so..."
I guess it's unusual to see a family of six when all the kids are under 7 years old. It doesn't seem that strange to me because we live in a place filled with big families, but maybe that's only in our little Catholic microcosm. I really get a kick of watching people's faces when we're in a store or restaurant now. It's like you can actually see them count the little people as they parade by. This is always more entertaining, of course, when said little people are behaving themselves.
Speaking of little people, the tiniest one has decided to wake and holler so off I go. Suffice it to say, I'm kind of liking being a spectacle!