Both adults failed to pack the sheet for ltc's pack and play. So she's very late for her nap now. Luckily they seem to have one here, which will hopefully work.

Well done, Scrappy, that's how you celebrate a birthday!

What's the one thing that is better than big time adulting yourself? When your kid adults! #2 son had accumulated enough time at work for vacation. So he made his plane reservation, rented a car, and went on vacation to Otter Lake by himself. And he brought home t-shirts for his mother, brother, and girlfriend. He's all growed up and stuff.

Aww! Go #2 son!

I just about melted when he called and asked for his brother's size. It isn't like they are best buds. I know he just got him a shirt because it would please me, but it worked!

That's sweet!

Tim has an appointment with his rheumatologist later today (it was already scheduled before he got the results of his pulmonary function tests). Since everything I've read says that lung involvement isn't unusual with RA, I'm hoping his rheumatologist can at least shed more light on this while we wait for the appointment with the pulmonologist in freaking October.

I'll be going with him (I always do, because he doesn't take notes and forgets stuff and I'm a useful repository of medical terminology), so my fingers are crossed that I'll have some hopeful news to share later.

Also, officiating at our friends' wedding was an absolute joy. So much love in one place. It was wonderful. The weather was perfect, his parents' house and yard are lovely, the pack of small nieces and nephews running around were hilarious (I got one picture of the groom's 10-year-old daughter in a cute blue flowery dress, wielding 3 Nerf guns at the same time), there was a dog with a Pride flag necktie, and the ceremony went off without a hitch (except for the part where I realized that the ceremony as written -- written by the groom, I need to note -- had no part where they actually exchange the rings, so I muttered, "Here, take the rings! You didn't put that part in the ceremony!" and the groom said "I figured that was obvious!"). Everyone cried except me, and that's only because I practiced the ceremony like TEN TIMES to our dog so that I would be able to keep it together. (There was no option of silent little tears while I officiated; it would have either been full-on gasping weeping ugly crying -- which I think might have derailed the ceremony -- or holding it together like a boss.)

I did NOT use the chili recipe for the ceremony, but I threatened to do it about 50 times. Also, Daughter #1, who was going to wear her unicorn onesie and put the rings on the horn did NOT wear the unicorn onesie. Her dad vetoed it. But it all worked out okay anyway.

Sounds fantabulous, Steph!

the groom's 10-year-old daughter in a cute blue flowery dress, wielding 3 Nerf guns at the same time

The hero we need, the hero we deserve.