Faith is 30, Olivia is 8, Vivienne is 7. Walt Jones is 31
It started innocently enough, an extra long nap here
an extra TV dinner there.
It wasn't until she found herself hugging the toilet in the wee hours of the morning
that Faith finally put two and two together.
Apparently that night left a few reminders.
It was her birthday
and they celebrated with too much asian food
and too many sake bombs
and apparently too much woohoo.
She was pissed, they were finally at the stage
The girls were at the age where they were actually fun to be around sometimes
and had their own personalities.
Their bills were paid on time...at least half of the time
The only new family member Faith had considered adding was the stray dog Vivienne befriended.
They had agreed to take the girls iceskating,
but it also gave them time to talk.
"We can't afford another child,"
"It will be ok."
"No, it won't. We'll need a bigger apartment,"
"Then it's great news that the landlord told us about that apartment above us becoming vacant at the end of the simolonic month."
"How can you be so...so...calm about this?"
"It's a baby, Faith. We'll be ok, we'll manage."
"We have to manage, we have no other choice. We'll do what needs to be done and it'll be fine."
Faith nodded, they would manage. They had to.
Baby Humphrey is due Fall 2015
Some extra pictures of the girls, before I realized that they were in their summer wear during the winter :)