Awww... brotherly love.

Last night Henry says, to my tummy: "Hi baby. I'm saying Hi to you." (all smiley and cute-like)

Then he says, "Mom, when the baby comes out, I'll give it a big hug."

I say, "Or, you can give her a kiss on the head."

He says, "Ewww, that's yucky!"

I guess the thought of kissing your sister is yucky, even before she becomes your sister.

Say "hi" to baby #3...

Here are baby's first photos, at 20 weeks... she says "hello".

My house is a three-ring circus.

Step right up and see the most amazing show on earth.

Up on the roof, we have 4 men installing new shingles...

Inside Maddie's room and kids' bathroom, we have 2 men tearing-out drywall, repairing the leak from last month. Painter will arrive in a few days to finish...

Down the hall in Henry's room, I am painting, getting ready to switch the kids' rooms so that Henry and Baby can have the larger room.... Maddie is fine with this as long as SHE isn't the one sharing.

In the following week another team of painters will come to paint the hideously ugly master bedroom, a feat of unusual proportions since we have a vaulted ceiling and much tedious priming involved.

And in another stupendeous attempt, I will wave my magic wand and hope that this will be all done before May 5, when we have family in town for Maddie's first communion party.

Did I mention that I went to the ER two-weeks ago for passing-out at a concert? That was a fun ride in th ambulence... no harm done to me or babe, just that I have such LOW blood pressure that I apparently can fall over at any moment. I'm living on the edge.

They say that some women nest, I find it imparetive to remodel, paint and inflict chaos upon myself and those in my immeadiate grasp.

sorry.