Do I really need another child?

Here's John's new dinosaur, glow in the dark, PJs. I've never laughed so hard in all my life.

Little Lola decided that the stroller would be the best place for a nap one evening. Last night she was sleeping in a laundry basket, but we didn't get a picture of that one. I'll be 37 weeks tomorrow. Baby Simpson's head is down. I give him his eviction notice tomorrow, and he gets three days! We'll see how it works. My Dr. said she thinks he'll be around 7 or 8 pounds, which is what I was expecting (and hoping for). As far as supplies go, we're ready for his arrival, mentally and emotionally is another story. We just don't know what to expect - but we're so excited, and we have a high level of common sense, so I know we'll be fine. Grandma and Me Maw will be getting phone calls, of that they can be sure.