Dear Rebecca,
                  Hello daughter. I am still blown away with the very idea of me having a daughter. It is so unbelievable. I am 36 now. I was afraid I would never have children. Then you came along and put my fears to rest. Your Aunt Lynn is 2 or 3 years younger than I am and her oldest is almost a teenager now. Anyway, I'm just glad that I'm gonna be a daddy and I am glad that you are gonna be my daughter. I think you'll make both your mother & I very proud.

   I'm alone here in the house tonight. Your mother went to visit her family in Hazard for a few days. They want to give her a baby shower and she won't be able to travel starting next month. I miss her already. I never get in bed on time when she is not here. I probably won't go to bed until eleven tonight. I know I should get in bed earlier it's just that I simply don't want to.

   Well, I reckon that's all for tonight. I'm feeling kinda lethargic tonight. I really don't want to play on the computer, I don't want to watch TV, I don't want to read a book and I don't want to go to bed. I'm going to watch Jacob play little league baseball tomorrow. I missed Jon's ballgame monday because your mom had an appointment with the doctor. I wish I could have seen it though. His team was down 7-0 and came back to win 8-7. He's awfully proud.

   Let me tell you a little more about your mom's appointment with the doctor. I suppose it was also your appointment. They are classifying her as a pre-pregancy diabetic. He also told us that no matter how close she watches her diet or how much she exercises you will more than likely be a big baby. Your mom really didn't want to hear that. She tried every way in the world to get the doctor to tell her that being careful will have an affect on your birth weight. All he said was that by ignoring her diet she could kill you. I think that scared her a little bit. But your mom wouldn't ever let anything bad happen to you and the proof is in the very fact that you are reading this. See, if you'd died before you were born it would have been quite a trick to read this so consequentially you did not die. Your mom has an appointment every week until you make your grand entrance. The doctor also wants her to have an ultrasound every week now too. Just to keep an eye on your health. You're gonna be fine though. I just know it.

   Well, this time I am gonna close out for real. I love you so very much.

Dear Rebecca,
                        Daddy here. We went to the hospital this morning at 3:00 am. Kristie thought she was having contractions. Luckily I took a sleeping pill and laid down at 7:00 last night so I had already had eight hours of sleep. It turned out to be nothing. She was just having cramps due to an illness. So that's good news. We fought all morning long. Maybe it's because I still wasn't rested enough. I don't know. I really hate arguing with your mother. Especially now that she's carrying you in her tummy. I don't want to add any more stress onto her than she's already having to deal with. She's sleeping now. I don't think she slept well last night.

   We went to Golden Corral this morning after she was released from the hospital. I think your mother ate very appropriately considering where we were at. She consumed nothing with sugar in it. No great amount of sugars anyway. She ate mostly proteins. Good for her. I, on the other hand, ate what I wanted to eat. No harm done.

   That's it for now. Love you, Rebecca!

Dear Rebecca,

                           I am NOT trying to starve your father to death. Ok, I will admit, that first day maybe I didn't have enough food planned out for us. I am just learning this. The meals have gotten better and better and Daddy is not so hungry. He promised me he would not cheat. So far so good. He did have an extra grilled chicken sandwich at McDonald's when he stopped to pick up our salads, but I scolded him and I don't think he will be doing that anymore. Besides, He is doing really good, A grilled chicken sandwich is better than a double cheeseburger.
                           Right now I am sitting up waiting on him to get to sleep. I have to stay on a good schedule with my sugar so I have to go to bed here in a bit. I am really hungry myself and it is taking everything I have not to eat a little something for a midnight snack. Its really hard having to be on such a strict diet when you are pregnant anyway because you are hungrier than you would be to begin with. I would go have some cucumbers and tuna but I am afraid it might skew my results even the slightest in the morning. Its not supposed to but I am afraid it will. I am trying really hard to keep us both healthy and happy but I cannot deny that it is taking everything I have in me not to go and have a cheesecake blizzard at Dairy Queen. I won't though, because I love you too much. Daddy is trying really hard to be supportive of your grumpy old Mama and he is doing a good job of it. I am glad that we are having you and I want you to be healthy so I must do what I must. Well I guess I will let you go and get some rest (that makes one of us) and I will get ready to lie down myself. I love you my baby.

Dear Rebecca,
                     Help, your mother is trying to starve me to death. She fixed us breakfast this morning, 2 soft boiled eggs, a tiny bowl of raisin bran, a cup of yogurt and a glass of sugar-free orange drink. She also fixed my lunch for work today and two snacks. Wasn't much of a lunch and the snacks were kinda spartan. I am starving. Of course your mother just wants us all to be healthy and so do I. That's why she's being so very conscientious about our diet. I know I need to take off a few pounds...okay, maybe a little more than a few. Maybe I need to take off a whole lot of poundage. I'm gaining all of the weight Kristie is supposed to be gaining by being pregnant. I know I will feel better. Plus, I just found out a few months back that I also have diabetes and I haven't really been taking care of it so this is a great incentive for me.

   Well, I am tried. I didn't exactly have a relaxing weekend this past weekend so I am kinda drained after work. I am gonna go in the living room and watch Fear Factor, Las Vegas & Cold Case on the Tivo. I love you and can not wait to hold you.

Dear Rebecca,

         Hello sweetheart, Mommy here. I got to come home from the hospital today. My blood sugar is looking better and better. I am awfully upset that this happened, but it is good that we caught it so early. I am doing everything I can to try and keep us both healthy because I want you to grow up healthy and happy.
         The doctors seem to think I have full blown diabetes and it won't go away after I am finished being pregnant with you. But, if I am lucky I can come off of the medication if I am careful with my diet and watch what I eat and do right by myself. Daddy says he is going to do this with me, and I hope he does. I don't think he is nearly as motivated as I am, but he is getting there. I have a reason to be motivated. I have to keep you inside me long enough to bake. (Just kidding, by the way). Mommy is really excited that you are coming to be with us in July. I love you so much and I can't wait to see your pretty little face. I know you will be beautiful.
         Daddy is sleeping in the bedroom. I decided to give him a couple of minutes to get to sleep. I am going to have to go to bed here shortly myself so that I can keep on a good schedule with my insulin and my diet. You have been moving a lot more than you used to lately and I wonder if it is because you feel better. I know I will eventually feel better too. In the hospital you kept kicking the doppler when they tried to find your heartbeat. You stay a busy little bundle of joy. And I love you.
         Mamaw came to pick me up from the hospital today. She was really glad that I went and got this taken care of quickly. We would like a healthy full term baby. That is our goal. Mamaw wants to see you grow up healthy and happy, too.
         I have a nice big diet planned out and it looks really good. They are a bit nazi-fied (the diabetes educator) about a few things on it though. The dietician, surprisingly, told me that it was better to get my HEALTHY nourishment than worry about too much sodium and what not. She said that sodium really has nothing to do with being diabetic. It is just part of overall health and the diabetes educator likes to sqwauk about that. Well I am still going to watch it as closely as I can. I got diet caffeine free sodium free diet rite soda. I think it is going to be good. I already had one of the raspberry. I liked it. Daddy did not. I KNOW I like the white grape. It is my favorite. And best of all, it is what is called a *FREE* food. So I can have it whenever I want. Woohoo. That and cucumbers. By the time this pregnancy is over I will probably hate cucumbers. I hope not. HeeHee.
        Right now I am having to take 80 units of insulin at night and 50 in the morning. I know that sounds like a lot of insulin but I have to take it for you. You need it and so do I. The two of us have to stay healthy. Dr. Youkilis said that he would not be surprised if I had to up it three of four times until you were born. It is fine with me. I will do whatever he wants me to do. All I want is a healthy and happy you. They prescribed me Insulin *Pens* - shaped like an ink pen - so that I could easily dose myself with them. Mommy still doesn't have very good dexterity in her wounded hand and even though I am getting better and better I can't afford to be dropping full syringes. Drop a needle- fine - they are cheap. Drop a full syringe, boom, that is it, I cant use it or the insulin in it. That is not so cheap. And we are all about some cheap these days.
       Your Aunt Mary and Papaw Lawrence came to visit me when I was in the hospital. They came up to. Get the old white car I had that Daddy was supposed to sell but never could. Well she got it finally and I thought that finally we would have our daggone driveway back. Not the case. They parked the clunker they drove up here with no tags and no insurance right where it sat. I am hoping that they will come back up and get it really soon. If not I am going to have them tow it to the darn junk yard. It isn't really worth a big toot anyway.
        Well I do hope you like this blog when you get older. You might get bored with it. HeeHee. I sincerely hope not. I just want you to know all about what when on when Mommy was pregnant with you and then thereafter. We are excited to meet you and everyone is really happy that you are coming. Especially your Aunt Lynn. I caught her dancing a jig the other day. I am only kidding, she doesn't really dance jigs. She don't let on like she gives a hoot that we are naming you after her unless I am out of ear shot, but the other day I heard her tell Mamaw that we she is going to call you BECCA LYNN no matter what Daddy and I decide to call you. Well little one, I am going to go look up a diabetes website, read it a bit, then I am going to bed. I have to be up to eat my breakfast and take my insulin in the morning. I love you!!!!

Dear Rebecca,
                        Hello, Honey. Daddy here. I just now finished up the post that your mother wrote while she is in the hospital. I am dead tired. I really hate it that your mom has to be in the hospital. Of course it's all to make you a healthy baby. Your mom hates hospitals so you can just chalk this up to a mothers love.

   I went to Lowes after I left your mother at the hospital. I bought you some pretty outlet plates and a matching light switch plate. I hope you like them. I know I do. I spent a little more on them than I would have liked but I found a $25 Lowes gift card in my wallet so it wasn't so bad after that. I also bought some high gloss enamel paint for one of your shelves. Maybe I'll also paint the baseboards later. We'll have to see how things go.

   Our toilet seat broke this week so I purchased another one at the Wal-mart that sets right next to Lowes. I also got us two 24 packs of water, a pack of reveal light bulbs and some paper for the printer. We had run out printing this blog. Then I came home, installed the plates in your room and entered your mom's blog/journal entry and now I'm doing one of my own. I think I'm gonna try to get in bed relatively early tonight because I know your mom will be calling me early in the morning.

   Well, I'm gonna play a little more on this computer. So I reckon I'm done for now. I love you with all my heart, little one.

Dear Rebecca,
                     Hello, Sweetness. I am writing to you from Central Baptist Hospital. How, you may ask? Well, you may not, but I will tell you anyway. I am writing to you on a pad of paper the doctors here gave me. I am going to give it to Daddy and he can enter it into your journal when he gets home tonight.
                     You might be wondering, as well, what the devil I am doing in the hospital. Well, it is a funny story. This is not funny, but the story certainly is.
                     As you know, Daddy is diabetic. Last night he checked his blood sugar and it was normal. That is really great, because we all want Daddy to be healthy, I know. Well, back to the story. As you well know by now, I have a tendency to ramble. (wink).
                     On a whim, I asked Daddy to let me check mine. I had not yet had my glucose diabetic test that I was supposed to get on your next appointment, so I was oblivious to the fact that there may be any problem. I poked my finger and tested my blood on Daddy's machine. The read out came back at 397. Daddy & I thought that had to be a fluke. So we tried another finger and then another, and then another. The tests all came back upwards of 380, which is way way way to high for anyone.
                     Mommy got worried, so I called the on-call ob/gyn and he told me to take it again in an hour and see if that helped any. It did not. It was still at 350. Which is still way way to high. I called him back and he said to go to and see Dr. Youkalis this morning and see what he would have me do. So Daddy got up and called into work and drove Mommy to the hospital to see him. Dr. Youkalis then admitted me to the hospital to run some tests. It came back that my blood sugar was crap and Dr. Youkalis stopped by to tell me so.
                     All of the other tests came back OK, except for the hemoglobin level measurement they had to do on Mommy's blood. It was almost two times to high. So they decided to keep Mommy in the hospital for a few days to get her blood sugar down. They did another scan of you and you were mooning us. You are definitely a girl! We saw your parts as big as the world! You are about half a pound overweight but that is alright. Mommy really has to watch it though or you will be a big baby and a cranky one too.
                  But I will do anything for you, my sweet! Well, I will let you go for now because Daddy wants to go home. I Love You !!!

Dear Rebecca,
                        Hello, you pretty little munchkin!!! Today Alicia drove me meet your Dad so he could take me to the doctor for your 27 week check up. You are doing GREAT!!!! As soon as Dr. Youkilis put the doppler on you, Daddy and I could hear your heartbeat loud and clear. It was at 147 beats per minute. I met Daddy at the Shell station next to where he works. Our Pastor's daughter works there. She is really nice. You have moved a WHOLE lot today, but you are still too daggone stubborn to let Daddy feel you very much. However, Daddy doesn't always come to feel you quick enough. The BabyCenter website that we read says that right now Daddy should be reading to you and getting you used to his voice. That way when he speaks or comes near you are familiar with him and you will let him feel you move.
                     I am so happy that I am pregnant with you, I have always wanted a little girl. Of course I would have been just as happy with a little boy. I wanted your half brother Dylan to be a boy. And he was. So that gives me a hint as to what to do next time. Just wish for what I want. Ha, Ha.
                    After we went to the doctor visit, Daddy and I went to eat at Fazzoli's. That is a cheap Italian place that is most of the time really, really good. Today however, I did not like it. Daddy did not like his lasagna (and neither did I) and I didn't really care much for the rest of it. But Daddy wanted Italian and that place is cheap. I would have been happier at Burger King. Then we went to Baskin Robins for an ice cream. Daddy got a big chocolate dipped waffle cone with a scoop of chocolate fudge ice cream and a scoop of coconut ice cream. He made a mess with his ice cream. Then again he always does. I had strawberry cheesecake ice cream with fresh strawberries and strawberry syrup on top with whipped cream and two cherries. In other words, I had a nice big fat Sundae. You may wonder why I am eating like a horse but it is because I am ALWAYS hungry with you. Even as I speak to you now my stomach is growling for one of those Whoppers I missed out on today.
                   Daddy is sitting here on the couch half asleep. He is wore out. Mommy's friend Alicia has been over all week with her baby Brady and he hasn't really had any time to sit and relax. He gets stressed when there are people around, unless there are supposed to be people around. Alicia says she hopes you are pretty enough for Brady. I hope Brady is attractive enough for you. I think you will be the most beautiful baby in the entire world. Of course, I am biased.
                  Here in a second I am going to have Daddy rub my leg because for some reason you think it is fun to deprive me of all of my muscular nutrients so that I have terrible, horrible, excruciatingly painful, charile-horses (cramped muscles) in my leg every morning, unless Daddy rubs it the night before. So I think that he should he do it every night, don't you?
                  Well I suppose that is all I have to say for today, my pretty little girl. I do believe that I will go and get that leg rub that I need. I love you, Rebecca. And Daddy does too.

Dear Rebecca,
                     Ninety-eight day until you are due. How about them apples. I remember when you were over two hundred days away from your due date. Time seems to be flying by but at the same time it feels like it is taking you forever to make your grand entrance into this world.

   Your mom said she could feel your foot when you kicked at her once today. She was real excited about that and so was I. As your mother mentioned in her Sunday post we had a busy weekend. I went to bed at 8 o'clock last night and went straight to sleep. We went to a sunrise service at church yesterday for Easter Sunday but they had changed it from sunrise to some other unknown time and we were the only ones there. Your mom made bacon for the breakfast they were supposed to have and we took a half gallon of milk. We sat in the empty parking lot, ate bacon, drank milk and had a sunrise service of our own. Then we went back home and your mother went back to bed while I stayed up and played on the computer. It would have been funny if it hadn't been so frustrating.

   We went down to the country Saturday. We were supposed to be teaching Royal Rangers. We got Belinda's children, James & Jalen, and took them with us. I dropped them off at the church with your mom and then I went to get Jonathan & Allison. Allison wanted to help us with the class. When I got back there was no one to open the church for class so we took all the kids down to your mamaw & papaw's and had class down there. Then we colored Easter eggs and had a little hunt. As we were getting ready to leave Allison got in a whole mess of trouble by getting mouthy with her papaw. Take my advice, daughter of mine, never ever, and I mean never get smart with papaw.

   We finished putting up the border in your room Saturday night after we got home. Alicia helped us out. Your mom wouldn't have been able to handle it. She didn't feel well, plus she's not supposed to reach her hands above her head so we had to have help. It looks really pretty in there. I think you are gonna like it when you get old enough to have an opinion of such things.

   Sunday afternoon we went back down to the country. I played baseball with the boys. I haven't played baseball since I was in school. My arm is sore from pitching the ball. I had fun though. We all watched a movie on DVD while we were down there. It was "Cheaper By the Dozen" with Steve Martin. It was a pretty cute movie.

   That's all for today. Alicia just dropped by with Brady to check up on Kristie. I reckon I'll go chat with them. I Love you, Rebecca!

Dear Rebecca,

                                                Hello my pretty baby!!! I have had one busy weekend this weekend and Mommy is not feeling very well. I think I am coming down with a bug. I have been nauseated and had a sore throat and everything. But, I really did enjoy my weekend. I had a great easter. We had like three or four Easter Egg hunts!! I can't wait to see you toddling along to find your Easter Eggs!!

You have moved a lot today. I really can't wait to see you, hold you, touch you. And give you little smoochies!!!! Daddy has worked very hard on your room and he is really excited to see you too. You are going to be the most important things in our lives- NO MATTER WHAT! I make that promise to you now.

Well pretty little girl, Mommy is really tired. I think I will write more to you tomorrow when I am awake. I love you!!!!

Dear Rebecca,
                     One-hundred days until you are due. Kristie hopes you are an early baby. I suppose that would be best for her because she is carrying you around in her belly now and you'll be much harder to carry around the time you are due but I don't get my vacation until the end of July. I'd burned up all my sick and extra vacation days already this year when I was able to pick up five more vacation days by working through our spring vacation. Of course I got sick the very next week and had to burn up two and a half of those. I am gonna try to hold onto what I have left so I can be with you and your mother for a little while after you get home. I'm gonna be with you when you are born no matter what.

   Yesterday was Good Friday. Really it's still Good Friday to me because I haven't been to bed yet. It's just a little after midnight. Well, really almost an hour after midnight, but who's counting. Anyway, we got up early this morning. Not as early as I do when I have to go to work but earlier than I would have liked. We went to the bank to do some banking, then we went to the auto parts store to buy some brakes for the car, then we had breakfast at Waffle House, where your mother worked up until her accident, we cleaned the car out real good, and then proceeded down to my mom & dad's house so your papaw could help me put on those brakes. While I watched your papaw put on the brakes your mom went to Lexington with her friend, Alicia. After your papaw & I finished with the brakes we just sat around and talked for a bit. It was really nice. Then we walked over to Aunt Lynn & Uncle Rodney's house where your Uncle Rodney was getting ready to put up a light in the front yard. Your cousins got home from school about that time. So while Rodney & dad worked on putting up the light I played basketball with Jacob & Jonathan. That seemed to last forever. Your mom finally got back with Alicia and they went back up the hill to mamaw & papaw's house with Jacob, Jonathan, Allison and Alicia's little boy Brady to color Easter eggs. I stayed down the hill and played with a remote control truck. I've never done that before and it was pretty fun. See, your dad was still a big kid even in his mid-thirties. After that, while Allison hid the eggs for the boys and they hunted them I grilled some hot dogs at Lynn's. We ate and sat around awhile then Alicia took your mom back to our house. I stayed down there because Allison wanted me to wait on her to get home from doing a homework project at a friends house so I could help her with her blog. Jonathan had to take some rough medicine too and I wanted to be around to help with that and I wanted to trim your border, which I did. Then I came home. We watched a little television, I rubbed your mom's back & feet, she went to bed and I came in here to write all this boring stuff in the blog.

   Tomorrow we are planning on doing nothing at all until we go to teach our Royal Rangers class and then we are gonna put up some border. Alicia is gonna help us with that. Isn't that nice of her? Well, that's about all I have to say for the day. I love you, Rebecca!

Dear Rebecca,
                     Well, fiddle. I had a whole post half way written out when lo & behold the computer crashed. Don't you just hate it when that happens? Crappy computer. I reckon you had better learn to like this computer here because this machine will more than likely be your computer. It's still a relatively modern machine but when you finally get you little fingers on it it will be ancient.

   What was I saying before I was so rudely crashed? Oh yes, you scared your mom last night. I'll let her tell you all about it in the post below this one. She almost wanted to go to the hospital last night and I was sick as a dog. That's why I am not at work right now. Your mom has done a wonderful job of not asking to go to the ER all the time. I know she wants to go with every little sensation that she doesn't remember from your brother, Dylan, but she has made me very proud.

   You know, sometimes I'm afraid I don't talk to you enough in the womb. I want you to know me as soon as see fit to join us in the outside world. I just might start reading to you. You wouldn't be able to understand what I read but you would learn my voice and know that I belong in your life. I'm way behind in my reading anyway. Maybe I'll read you some Stephen King. Of course that will be the only Stephen King you'll get until you are 13 years old. He's much to scary for little girls.

   Well, Honey. That's it for today I reckon. Guess I'll go refresh my dip of Copenhagen and think about posting one of your mom's poems on the internet or I might just play a word game on here. I love you, little girl.

Dear Rebecca,
                           Poor Daddy is sick tonight with cellulitis. I don't really know exactly what that is except that it is an infection. It makes Daddy's leg all red and blotchy and he gets a fever. He came home early from work today and we took him to the doctor. The doctor gave him some medicine to make him feel better. He is sleeping now so I thought while he got himself into a nice, deep sleep that I would write a little letter to you.
      Being pregnant with you has not been easy, but it has certainly been a LOT easier with you than it was with your half brother, Dylan. I have had very little morning sickness with you, only in the very first couple of months did I get sick. And even then it was in the morning. With Dylan I was sick all day every day throughout my entire pregnancy. I did have the pregnancy "'roids" both times. They have only been a little worse with you than they were with him. I got so large with Dylan that I could barely walk, while I have only put on three lbs with you and then in turn lost two. So technically I have only gained one pound this entire six months. Of course, I was much larger initially with you. I hope you never have to see me THIS chubby. I want to lose a lot of weight after you are born so I can do things like run and play with you. You do kick and move a lot more than he did, but I love to feel it, and so does Daddy. Even AUNTIE Alicia (she insisted on that being put in here, Daddy is going to have a coronary, but she can be your Auntie if she wants to) got to feel you move today. You rarely kick into my ribs though, like Dylan used to. I wonder if you know in your heart somehow that they were injured. I wonder if an angel whispered it in your ear. I can't wait to meet you, my precious baby girl.
      On a funnier note, tonight you kicked me in my bladder hard enough to make me wet myself - and the floor - twice. I thought my water had broken both times. You little stinker. I was nervous!!! Well I will end for now, I will write you more later. That is a promise. I love you, Rebecca.

   Dear Rebecca,
      Well howdy, you sure are a moving little bundle of joy tonight. Even Daddy got to feel you kick some. He gets excited about that. I do too, but personally at 3 a.m. you really could refrain from kicking me in the bladder and making me have to get up and go pee.I took two whole ambien tonight (not that I am a druggie, it is just that we have to be up early for church tomorrow) and I am so sleepy. It seems that these unique little comas in a sliver have an adverse effect on you, however. I know that you will be walloping and rolling and kicking and bouncing all night long.
      I can't wait for you to meet everyone, everyone is so excited that you are coming. Aunt Mary is already making plans to get our pictures taken after you are born. However, the first set of pictures taken will only be of you. I want to take tons and tons of pictures of you and have tons taken of you. I know you will be so beautiful. Well I am awfully tired tonight and I want to get some sleep. We have to be up early early for church tomorrow. I love you my beautiful baby daughter. I LOVE YOU!!

Dear Rebecca,
                         Well, I had so much trouble out of this blog last night. I stayed up way to late trying to fix it. Something happened with the server that's hosting my website. I was able to finally get it fixed though. I was very sad about the blog not doing right. I am having loads of fun with this blog. Kristie is carrying you in her tummy so she automatically feels a closeness to you. Doing this makes me feel close to you. That and the very rare kick that I get to feel. You always quit kicking when I lay my hands on your mom's tummy. You make me sad, little girl......Boo Hoo. I don't know why working on this blog makes me feel so much closer to you but it does. Plus, it's just fun.

   I finished painting your room this morning. The second coat went on a whole lot easier than the first one did. The room looks really nice except for the occasional drip here and there.

   Dear Rebecca,
                           Hello, my little girl. I sure hope you are a girl. That's what they told us at the ultrasound but of course that's not 100%. Your mom wanted a girl. I didn't really care as long as you are healthy. But after finding out that you are most probably a girl I have become really used to the idea. I couldn't imagine even having a boy now. Of course I can still scarcely believe I'm gonna have a daughter. I will make this solemn vow to you, Rebecca, I will try to be as good a father to you as mine was to me. I know that I will not be able to live up to those high expectations but it's a noble goal to strive for. I promise you I will do the best I can toward you. I love you so very much.

   Well, it's early Saturday morning here. It's to early or rather late. I should have been in bed long ago. Your mom went out with her friend Alicia to play bingo. So I have the house to myself and when that happens I usually spend as much time on the computer as possible. I love your mom dearly but she can get annoying when I'm trying to concentrate while I am doing my computer stuff. Aren't I just terrible.

   I got the first coat on your room Monday. I kinda cleaned up a little in there this afternoon after I got home from work. They sent us home early today. I just love it when that happens. I plan to paint all day tomorrow but at this rate I may be sleeping all day tomorrow. I'll spend most of the day painting though. We went to the grocery this evening. We bought lots of yummy food and even an item or two that is good for us. Then we went to take some dvds' back to the rental store and to Dairy Queen for a Cheesequake blizzard. I had toffee and your mom had strawberry. Mine was quite good but your mother's was even better. I wish now that I had gotten the strawberry.

   Your mom had a great idea about the top border in your room. I think it's gonna look fabulous. I sure hope it does anyway and of course there are other thing I'm hoping about as well. Okay, I am getting increasingly droopy eyed. I'm gonna go in the living room for a little bit then I'm going to bed. I am real tired. I am not used to staying up this late. Plus we lose an hour this weekend because the clocks spring forward Saturday night. I love you, Rebecca Do-Little.

   Just had a frustrating thing happen with this blog. It doesn't seem to want to post to the internet as seamlessly as I would like. This is just a test to see if I can edit a post. I still love you, Rebecca!