I have not had a chance to write this post but have been meaning to do it. This past month- as I already wrote I had pneumonia. I was feeling so darn crummy, my house was crumbling around me, my laundry was piling up and I barely got off the couch except to get more hot coco. At first I just hibernated and hid out at my house. Then my children started with the stomach flu and my days were spent cleaning up throw up and monitoring toilets. As the days went on my dear Visiting Teacher (assigned by our women's organization at our church) found out.

For the next three weeks everyday someone would stop by with a hug, a basket of bubble bath and tea, to take my kids or bring dinner, dinner and more dinner. One day two sweet friends barged in with cleaning supplies to clean and claimed to work for molly maids. Hours later, with me filled with shame but so grateful for a clean house, they left with a hug. My heart is full of gratitude and love for these dear friends. Thank you, thank you. I will never forget the love I have felt.

Speaking of dear friends. HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my dear friend of twenty years Becca Ackley! I wish I was their to celebrate!

A girl, a girl. Not that I have been dreaming about one, (see post http://peekabooprints.blogspot.com/2008/10/flashbacks.html). I was not responsible for that actually. But the other day a good friend brought me the cutest little sparkly tutu. I begged and pleaded with little Mac to try it on, just so I could get a visual. He ran and hid under the bed. Poor kid. Just one more thing he can report to his therapist when he is older.

I had the sonogram on Monday and had the brilliant idea to take the boys along for the "educational experience". I was the one who learned the valuable lesson. NEVER take three young boys into a room with expensive equipment. Especially a two year old. Now I many of you may say to yourself- I could have told you that! But I have to have overwhelming experiences in each possible scenario in order to learn about them. While we were leaving I said to my husband, "What was I thinking taking little Mac?" Big Mac responded for him, "Well, I guess that is a new life lesson for you."

Hmmm, thanks bud. He on the other hand didn't stop asking the doctor about medical school, drugs and chemicals and body parts. Middle Mac was high as a kite. He had been telling all of us who doubted that it was a girl and was proud to be proven right. He also still wants Little to be the baby so this way we can have a girl baby and a boy baby.

Wonders of wonders

MIRACLES, MIRACLES! A little girl- I can hardly believe it! Details to come.

A little bit of this- a little bit of that

I have so much to write to catch up from the last few weeks! Our month has been filled with visitors, holiday celebrations, pneumonia and stomach flu! But one exciting thing I have been doing is a couple of custom pieces. The first is one I did for a darling family of five girls that lives near the beach. It was so much fun to try to capture this adorable family in an illustration. The other I drew for a french themed baby shower.

And you thought you were having a bad day

My mother in-law sent this to me. I have been really sick and she thought I needed some cheering up- I thought I would pass it along.