Here's the latest.
This little moon is late for her debut; instead of finishing her, last night was spent in the ER with my youngest and his broken wrist. Poor little monkey. (OK, so he's several inches taller than me. He's still my baby.) The doctor said that he calls skateboards "job security". We heard him tell the same joke to the kid in the next curtain-room who had also broken his arm at the same skatepark. The other kid's arm was broken way worse, no small comfort. So he's patched up for now (apparently they don't do casts in the ER anymore, so we'll have to go to a regular doctor tomorrow) and quickly running through all his sympathy treats. Anyway, instead of working, we were cuddled up on the couch watching a zombie movie. (He's a teenage boy, I'll take my cuddles where I can, even if zombies are involved.)