An Update of Sorts...

So, I haven't felt much like blogging lately.

I've been in the death throes of a raging sinus/ear infection with the added bonus of bronchitis.  

As if being uber-pregnant wasn't hard enough on its own.

The nesting instinct...

(Sorry, had to wipe sneeze off computer screen)

...kicked in about two weeks ago.  I was a cooking madwoman. I've got casseroles and lasagna and all sorts of pretty things in the newly-cleaned out and organized freezer.   I cleaned like there was no tomorrow...or like Martha Stewart was coming over tomorrow.  Whichever.

Then, the pollen plague kicked in, and I've felt like death ever since.  

Oh, the injustice.

Anyway, here is an update in pictures of what's been going on.

Luke called a girl last Friday.  This being the day after another girl called him.  He uses his hands a lot when he talks on the phone.  I may or may not have videotaped a large portion of his conversation to show him when he's older.  You're welcome, Luke.

We went to our church's egg hunt last Saturday.  My kids put all their eggs in one basket.  Emma came home covered in mud.  It was a good day.

The Easter Bunny was very kind to my kids.  They got Zhu Zhu Pets in their baskets.  While they enjoyed them a great deal, poor, long-suffering Tootie was not a fan.  Which, of course, led to all of us finding ways to chase her around with them.

They were mumbling something quietly here.  Tootie was on high alert.

"I will protect you, Mom, from the evil, tail-less talking squirrels."

"Did that one just move?"

"I think I can protect you better from over here...sitting on your feet.  Help."

I love, love, love this picture.  Luke adores his big sister.

It's only April and she's already got new freckles.

I love this face.

The pink ladies' club.  I smiled through the pain.  My ear and my abdomen were both nearing explosion.

Finally, this is why Tootie likes Grandmama and Granddaddy's house better than ours:

She can exert her dominance here.  And sit on the furniture.

"You WILL respect me, little man.  FEAR the Tootmeister."


I will end the post here.  I have lots more pictures and things to say, but I'm out of Kleenex, so...The End.