One more week...

...until Baby Cook arrives, if she deems it convenient, that is. The past month has gone by at the speed of molasses. I just can't seem to "forget" about the full-term baby in my belly and go about my daily duties, which would make the days go by more quickly. Instead I lull around the couch and bed, trying to make up lost sleep, or I'm punished for getting those dishes, meals and laundry underway by a stab of sciatic pain that really cramps my style, Rose, are you listening?

If the weather were damp and cold, like it's supposed to be, I'd be tempted to be gloomy. The little ones have spent the past week outside playing in glorious, summer-like sunshine with no mosquitoes. Nature couldn't cooperate more with Rose's looming birth! Thank you, global warming.

At a party for a little friend turning one. Frankie has decided to have a pinata for her upcoming birthday, too. It really was a hit. ..pun intended I guess.

It's like summer outside! Empty bottle (right Dave?)

If the house is silent and David is missing, chances are...

Warm weather is much more fun with cousins.