They were "notified" last night after dinner, and I got it on film. Nothing as dramatic as some of the meltdowns I've seen on America's Funniest Home Videos, but the kids' reactions were humorous, if a bit predictable.
Mom & Dad: "Well, kids...we're going to be adding a new family member."
Rocky: "Before you even said anything, I already had one word in mind: 'Again?'"
Priss: "Are we getting another pet?"
Bunny: "Yay! That means we get to play dress-up with it, just like a doll, only real!...Oh, wait a minute. Does this mean we have to do more work?"
Moe: "Are you joking with us?"
Priss: (fingers in her mouth) "I'm not going to be the youngest anymore."
Moe: "Are you sure you're not kidding?"
The initial shock has passed, and we're now moving into the earliest preparations. Mainly, working on the family budget, getting major repairs done on the house. There's a sense of urgency in accomplishing as much as I absolutely can these next few months to pull the family together and get us into a solid position. So much will change after the baby's born, including ease of mobility. A baby will change the face of camping for at least the next five years.
One thing is certain: I'm at no deficit for inspiration or motivation. It's been a long while since either came upon me in any great abundance. I'm moved to WRITE.