Two weekends ago we finally got around to painting my belly. I had talked about it with P and she was very eager to go to town. But every afternoon was taken up by some other activity. Fortunately, we did this when Dave was home so he took pictures. It was a lot of fun to do. Mostly, it was a lot of fun watching P have fun with the process. How often does one get to paint their Mama? It was also another way of getting P involved with the process of her sister's arrival.