Minot Ink

As is becoming tradition, when my due date sneaks closer and closer, the boys ink my belly... with washable marker. Vince always wants to try to sneak in a Sharpie so that my belly is permanently inked, even for the doctor's amusement (although I'm not certain my new doctor would find it all that amusing). This morning was the big inking morning.
Ezra drew a picture of the new baby. I really hope he doesn't come out square... I think a square baby would hurt more than the average excruciating pain of delivery.

Obed laughed a lot and kept lifting his own shirt, wanting to color on his own "bee-bee."

The finished product.