I can't see my kids. I can't see my grandkids. I can't even see my not-kids.

I can't see the rest of my family. I can't even go back to work, next week.

I'M BORED. (crossposted from DW)

Things are closing down. Dor is still going to be working, but I'm probably going to be back at home, as I fall under the "at-risk" column ( Read more... )

With all the kids. Any other Cains and kids who want to join us for dinner, DG is making spaghetti.

Everyone's welcome!

(crossposted from DW)

Adora and Dree have headed over to meet the new baby. I've been promised lots of photos, and a private meeting tomorrow.

I've also been told her name is Audrey Sophia, and we'll be calling her Sophie.

More as I know it...

it appears that I'm going to be a grandfather for the third time.

Owen just rolled himself over, for the first time. And he did it in my presence.

Makes a Grampa proud.

Henry Owen Cain is on his way.

We're in the waiting room, if anyone wants to come and "hang out", as DG says.

DG says it's the start of the holiday season. Still not sure what that means, but she told me to get out a little, in Florida, and I'd understand. Something about Valentine's decorations at Christmas or something.

I wasn't paying attention, because Sarah had my fingers.

Anyway! Happy birthday to El and to Max, from all of us!

John and I were left in chargekidnapped Sarah. We're heading for the Mirage, if anyone wants to meet her Royal Highness To Be.

Miss Sarah and I are bonding tonight. DG finally crashed and Jeb wanted to stay with her; and the nurses ran everyone out, now that most everyone's seen the girls.

And since I'm a big, strong Tin Man, I got a pass into the nursery, where only staff and new mothers are allowed.

Okay, I might have abused the dashing good looks just a little.