
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.