My baby is a punk rocker
From Kael
Courtesy of my mother. Who is also a punk rocker. Approximately.
I'm way behind on posting to LJ, but then I'm way behind on just about everything except work at this point. And the process of catching up on work is partly to blame for being behind on everything else.
In summary, Emily's getting better as a result of pumping pure gold into her (seriously, it might be cheaper if we actually were), Kael's ear infection is gone at the expense of destroying his gut, which is now staging a major revolt, and as Kael now weighs 310 pounds and is 14 feet tall, it's pretty scary.
Oh, and we still don't have a house (or a permit (or a variance approval)). But they keep promising we will!