Dude, you're late.

Dear Baby,

How are ya?  Apparently snug as a bug in a rug, as you are officially 1 week late.  I feel like I swallowed one of these...

"Basketball" 4x6 watercolor on paper by Holly B. Johnson ©2013

and your daddy acts like he's sitting on these...

"Pins and Needles" 4x6 watercolor on paper by Holly B. Johnson ©2013

and your dog, well OK, he's fine actually.  The only thing he gets a little nuts about is the mailman.  He really hates the mailman.  But he seems to like you already... 

Best buds so far.

I wish I could say I'm getting a lot of painting done while we're waiting on you, but I can't seem to stay focused on anything more complex than these simple little watercolors.  Even if I could concentrate, you won't let me sit down at my desk for very long anymore before you start shoving your feet up into my ribs.
So these past few days I've been doing stuff like scrubbing the bathtub, sorting through your dad's sock drawer, rearranging the pictures on the wall, unfolding and re-folding your clothes, cleaning the baseboards, double and triple checking the battery life on the camera, organizing my coupons...   

In short, I'm going a little bananas, dude. 

So if you could kindly move towards the nearest exit as soon as possible, I'd really, really appreciate it.

Love, Mama.