A Week Can Change It All

One week ago, an update on my life would look like this:
1) No job for fall semester.
2) Uncle in hospital on ventilator. May not make it.
3) No guarantee of funding for BB this semester.
4) Twins still in hospital.
5) Haven't talked to parents in a month.

Today, one week later:
1) Oh, they were just kidding about my job. It's still there and they want me to teach.
2) Uncle home already. On oxygen, still, but doing okay.
3) BB is going to get funding, in addition to teaching a class at another local college.
4) Twins have been released, we have visited them, and they are freaking adorable*.
5) Talked to parents not once, but twice.

It's been a roller coaster and I don't really know what to say about all of this. Even a week ago, I was grateful for how well BB and I were handling all the stress. Every phone call seemed to bring bad news. But now everything is working out well and I don't have anything to bitch about and, well, I don't have anything to bitch about.

*I am not one of those "every baby is beautiful" people. I'm really not. I have been known to be brutally honest about the strange lookingness of some newborns.

Baby O is very cute and Baby K is beautiful. Seriously, she's gorgeous and should be doing Gerber commercials. We also saw our 3-week old nephew who is. . . cute in a different way. His cheeks are jowly and irresistible to someone who can't stop thinking about eating baby cheeks. Our 10-month old nephew is a smiley, happy guy who like it when you eat his cheeks and will kiss you as a payment.

It was Babypalooza this weekend and all the babies were gorgeous, but those twins? Those twins are the cutest fucking things I've ever seen. I'll post pictures if I ever get them developed. (Yes, I still use film. Shut up. Film rules.)