Maybe not so improbable--I had my daughter at thirty-eight and my doctor thought I should have more! (I'm not.)

I always feel bad for saying so, but that "cootchy-cootchy-coo" baby phase--the newborn age, especially, rather bored me. They didn't talk--they ate, slept, and dirtied their diapers. I really got into being a mother when they got older, developed personalities, opinions, ideas--even when they don't agree with me. Andrew, especially, is like a little old man.