- Baby hiccups. I love them. I'm terrible at figuring out what parts of baby are where. In every pregnancy I read about Leopold's maneuvers and think, "That can't be so hard," and fail utterly to distinguish head from bottom. There could be a squid in there for all I know (a lumpy squid). But hiccups are so distinctive -- I love knowing that a little phrenic nerve is firing, stimulating a little diaphragm to contract.
- For the first time since 1996, I have no children in diapers. Hurray!
- My children are planning a music video of the Romans 8 song. Production may be delayed while they find funding for the project. (They hope to buy, among other things, a dummy guitar for me to smash at the end, since I would no sooner smash in my beloved Taylor 410 than I would smash in my own head. Also, there may be a budget line for hair product, because they think I need bigger hair to be in a music video. First time I've ever been told my hair's not big enough.)
No update, but I'm feeling peaceful about the whole thing. The caseworker called Elwood yesterday to say he hoped to have things wrapped up by the end of that day. I decided to assume that "the end of the day on Thursday" in public-employee-speak translated to "next Tuesday" in actual English. We'll see if that's an accurate translation, I guess.
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