Still no word from Ethiopia. But little baby Hazen wanted me to write "GO JETS!" Baby was awake when we got the message.

We've spent the weekend picking apples and making cider with the youth group for a fund raiser. Most of the time I was overseeing operations because my stubborn feet just refuse to be a normal size. The youth group kids do have a great time making fingerprints that remain indented around my ankles. My feet are probably famous through youtube by now with a crowd of laughing teenagers in the background. I'm so thankful for the "diamond rings" I brought home with me from New Jersey--they're the only ones that fit.

I'm puffy footed, but all is well. Incubator (me) and baby are healthy and counting down the days! 32 days to go!