38 weeks

Last week I turned 38 weeks. This Thursday I will be 39. Next week I will be 40 and it will be all over.

GOOD BYE to the five pillows I sleep with every night, swelling, leg cramps, nerve pinches, heart burn, car sickness, rib stretches, back spazims, pelvic pain, siatic nerve pain and dirt cravings (no i'm not anemic, but yes I crave dirt with every single darn pregnancy. I'm weird I know).

HELLO cute little baby that I know wants to come out as badly as I want you out! The whole family is waiting to "love you and kiss you and call you George".

By the way i know this picture is lousy, but like I said before, I hate prego pictures of myself. So there.

So, Tom hates, absolutely hates taking family pictures. The only option we had this year to have someone snap some photos was directly after church (on our way home we just stopped the car with our neighbor in towe). So here we are all dressed up, which is not really our style, and completely ready to make some tender memories.

The tender pictures will come later, but in this post you'll see our children in the raw...yes Paul is pulling off Tom's ears, and yes Lydia did try to strangle Tom, and YES, that is my boy taking care of nature. AND YES, that is Tom rolling his eyes in torture. Do I regret putting him through this? No, not really. I'm a mom and I wasn't stopping until we got some good shots.

Oh, and by the way, the good shots will be released when I post our holiday card. They really are cute, and Paige out-did herself especially with all the competition she was up against! Thanks for the pics and the fun laughs Paige!