Ty has passed four stones in the past two weeks, so we're headed back to radiology for a scan to see just how many are left and just how big they are. Poor guy, he's been moaning since Friday.
Mr. O's mom is recovering from a particularly difficult winter. This is but the tip of an iceberg. The kids are old enough that I feel I can no longer update here and respect their privacy. Maybe what I need to do is lock things down or go back to handwritten journaling because I don't want to miss out on recording these memories.
Le big, fat sigh. I will say, though, that Ellie is becoming a wonderful reader.
