So we had a rough night last night, and finally I went to sleep in the guest bed just to get some rest. When I woke up, I came downstairs and Ryan had fed Brittan breakfast. I made some coffee, he went back upstairs to get some more rest and Britt went off to play. The other kids are sleeping and Brittan is off playing a game, and it is so peaceful. Is this what it is like to have only one child? If so, I can see the appeal, although I would miss all the extra "I love you's" and hugs and kisses, and yes I admit it, the NOISE!