I’m the oldest in a family of six kids.  Although it MUST have been chaotic, I don’t remember it being too rowdy.  There were kids in diapers for long stretches, and guess who was babysitter numero uno? Yep, me. I was 15 when the baby of our family arrived–Zachary.  My sister and I were away at camp and anxiously awaiting any news.  I remember someone breathlessly running through the woods to deliver the news to our cabin.  Another boy!  He was such a little stinker and so much fun. In fact, he still is a stinker, only a lot taller, and still so much fun to be with.  I know how lucky I am to have such a crazy family and LOVE my brothers and sisters so darn much! It’s truly a joy to watch them nurture their own darling little families.  Congrats to Zach and his sweet wife Desiree–little miss Payton is a blessed addition. xoxo