Around home- June.

The problem with a very large, slightly immodest dress is that it is very easy to lose food down the front.

Found it!

Did I say slightly immodest? I don't know why mama doesn't let me go out looking like this!

When Buster was at his summer school, I hounded mama for 20 minutes with a purse full of toy food, yelling "Pack-pack! Pack-pack!" It took her long enough to figure out that I wanted the purse to be my backpack, just like Dora's. The good thing about a huge dress is that you can shove a purse in the back and it holds quite well.

I like to take my favorite song and make it my own. I was singing "Baby, baby, baby. baby," but I've tired of all this talk about a new baby. Don't they know I'm the baby around here?

Here's mama's 38 week shot. She was all dolled up to go out to eat with her mom's club. Look at how tan that pale girl is. And that's with regular sunblock. But she's still pretty pale compared to most of the ladies around here. Her doctor did ask why she wan't tan this summer. Yikes!

She had her 38 week appointment and there's no progress to report. Her doctor offered again to induce if she wanted to have the baby now. But now we're holding out for Grams to get here on August 9th, so we don't have to worry about finding babysitters for me and Henry.

We'd also like to send out a big thank you to all of our local friends in Clemson. Apparently, the chock of seeing us eating Arby's on the blog was too much and we got no less than 3 invitations for supper or lunch last week. Thank you to everyone that fed us delicious meals so mama wouldn't have to cook- the standards for healthy and delicious have gotten pretty low over here!

In other big news this week, we've hit the enormous deductible for our health insurance, so mama decided now was the time to finally get my ankle looked at. She was convinced it wasn't broken, but also sure that we'd find out something awful was wrong with it just when the baby was born. So we visited the doctor, who confirmed with x-rays that it was indeed a very bad sprain. In an effort to facilitate healing, they ordered me a very tiny air cast. I was not pleased when mama first put it on. But Buster decorated it with some horse stickers, so it's not too bad. I wear it all day, except when I'm in bed. When mama or papa have to put it back on, I yell "No horsie foot!" but I haven't tried to take it off yet. To be honest, it hasn't really slowed me down much. Hopefully, it's the key to finally getting this foot back working again.