*slapping a burp-cloth up on one shoulder* 

That's right - we're back to Katie's house.  If you have a fear of diapers & wobbly wabbits, don't venture in.  The last time we visited Kate, a baby was being born and another was having a birthday.  Much like the day we'll leave them, I'm sure.

When we last saw Katie, she was a Ecological Guru & about to have her 2nd child, Howard was a platinum Chief of Staff, and  little Marcia had mastered all of her toddler skills & about worn out her Wobbly Wabbit.  
And since Katie wants to see at least 6 of her children married off, her next few years flew by with lots of birthdays & lots of bumps.  

And since we're onto the subject of morning sickness, let's peek next door, where Kate's about to become the neighborhood expert. 



Expert?  Expert at what?  I'm just calling to talk to my doctor about some tests.  I'm on this dang punching bag for an hour every morning & I haven't dropped a single pound!!  

So where is Katie?  Hey Howard - are you done with school too?   What's wrong??



I don't like the looks of that bed. 

Hey Katie - I know you're counting - how many days left until the wedding?  



Four more days, just four more days.  I'm tired of living alone, and skilling all the time.  

Kate - hey girl! - you're getting right down to business!

Well, you're not going to let me do anything else till I find a job, right?  Might as well get it over with.