She's ahead of her time.

Well, it's another night of blogging from my phone in bed.

TB goes home tomorrow, which means I can look forward to another busy week. Sometimes I feel a bit like I have a double life. Around Tuesday before he gets off I sometimes feel like he's just a dream. But then he's back and it's like he never left. Blaaahhhh, sorry for going on about it.

Coombses are here, and all is well. Nothing like getting a run-and-jump hug from Bug this evening. And goodness, the oldest is just growing FAR too quickly. And Monkey told me I can't call him Monkey anymore because I called him that when he was "like, three," in his words. For the sake of the blog, though, he shall remain my Monkey. I can't wait to spend more time with them and their parents.