Here's a belly shot from last week.

I'm pulling for tomorrow. 2/2/11, my Grandpa Lawrence's birthday, the presentation of Jesus at the Temple...seems like a good Birthday.

The unexpected gift of a Snow Day last week meant I had time to sew Anna a quilt for her bed. I've been wanting to make a nine-patch quilt forever, so I decided to use up of scraps and make a pastel scrap quilt with lots of sentimental fabrics.
I think Tummy's room is ready for a tour. 



The wall hanging I made in my first quilting class. Mom and I took it together just before Anna was born. 



My dear friend Melanie, from K-State Rowing days, whom I haven't seen in person for 10 years, but *see* online every day, sent some lovelies.

I got it at an auction while we were expecting Anna. (Then known as "Izzy").
Then we shrank it. I also cut out longish strips of plastic which she colored green, but I didn't take pictures of that part. 
(I know MJL has a big family, but it still surprised me to see so much help come through the door. It's awfully nice to have so many big strong men and boys come to your aid).
We searched the attic, the basement, moved the piano, climbed up to check the lights, and still found nothing. (I saw "we", but mostly I just tried to keep my big belly out of the way. It's harder than you might think).
Finally we narrowed the smell to the kitchen, and sometime around 1:00 Matthew found the burned out wires on the back of the refrigerator. It was really really nice to find the problem, though losing the fridge and freezer the night before Christmas was not ideal. Anna slept through the whole thing. 

We spent Monday picking it out.