Evil hospital people.

Poor grr.

Preggy grr.

But soon-to-be-not-preggy Grr, so it works out.

It works out nicely.

Grr has a camera and seems about to take pictures... this is so very Not Good.

And Maia is after my purse... I Aaah!-ed at her and now she is pouting. Maia, that is.

Grr's getting supplies together and Thomas/Alan just walked in the door... and now... ack! Ack ack... Grr took a picture of me. Silly Grr.

EVIL grr.

Maia is cute, Grr is deranged, and Caleb seems very out-of-it. Thomas and Grr are kissing. The sketti noodles are cooked.

Apparently Maia was supposed to be asleep, but woke up just as Alan left to get Thomas.

And yes, I know that y'all don't care much about these odd details, but they are happening and they are life.

Trying to convince Grr to eat - they say don't eat before labor at the hospital, but she might be there for a LONG time, I'm damned if we will let her go in without something in her tummy. Yeah, it can get messy... but it's SO worth it.

Although the nausia is never fun.

Caleb is sort-of reading over my shoulder as I'm typing this, Maia is singing in the kitchen while the boys (Grr's boys, not my boys) try to get food - Caleb and I had oriental hash-stuff before leaving our place. Although now I'm wishing we had brought soda.

Grr: Maia, are you purple? Are you purples?

Maia: lalalalala

Odd. Very odd.

But then, what could I expect today?