Kefu comes to visit- Henry.

We've been pretty good at procrastinating all summer. But last week, mama realized that my buddy Kefu would be returning home to China soon.

So she called up his mom and asked if he could come over for one last playdate.

We had a great time spending the afternoon together.

We played with all of our toys and built a huge marble run.

You can see how happy I am, not only to have my friend over, but to be skipping naptime too.

It has really been remarkable how much Kefu has changed this year. When we met him, he knew very little English. Now, he is fluent and even had to help translate for his mom.

Kefu's mom came over for the afternoon, too. She and mama had a good time comparing how different childbearing and childhood is between China and the US. For example, since she found out mama was pregnant, she couldn't believe that mama was planning on taking care of 3 kids by herself. (And she couldn't believe mama also cooked and cleaned too.) She told us that when she was pregnant, her parents moved in and stayed until Kefu was almost a year old, just so they could help out. (Hint, hint, Grandmas!) She was also very surprised that mama put June down for her nap and June went to sleep on her own- and in her own bed. Apparently, Kefu does not. Mama wonders if many of the differences are attributable to the fact that single children of single children only get one child themselves. If we only had one kid on our family, things would probably be a lot different too.

While the moms yacked, we tried to find new ways to load up the marbles. We use trucks to dump the marbles in and then I had to show off how the set glows inthe dark by closing all the blinds in the house.

Before Kefu left, mama wanted to get a picture of us together. Come on, mama.

Okay, fine. We were so glad to get to see Kefu one last time before he went home. And we already got the email saying they were back safe in Shanghai. Hopefully, someday they'll have the opportunity to come back to Clemson again.

Grumpy Gertie.

Okay, bloggers. We didn't want to say it, but this is getting out of hand.

Check out that countdown on the sidebar. 8 days to go. And if know mama, things are getting pretty desperate over here. She likes being pregnant and generally enjoys having kids, but pretty much ANYTHING puts her in a bad mood these days.

Today, we haven't helped much, because Henry used his chair to grind fresh blueberries into the grout in the kitchen and June demolished many huge piles of freshly fold laundry in a jumping contest. Add on to that the fact that air conditioning set at 74 degrees is still too hot, and you've got a major Grumpie Gertie on your hands.

Here's where you come in. Why hasn't anyone updated their blogs??!?!?!?!?! For some of you, it's been weeks. Others- months. this is simply unacceptable. Since we're still trying to catch up, mama has agreed not to immediately stop posting. But she does have the following threat:

Unless she sees some action out on the blogosphere, we're not telling anyone when we have our baby. We don't want to ruin this for everyone, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

So it's up to you. We've seen your kids. They're adorable! They say the darndest things! Please post something! Otherwise, you might get a grumpy mama on your doorstep, and unless you've got a frozen coke to fend her off, may God have mercy on your soul.