Tomorrow morning (Monday) Abby's having her tonsils out. She is crazily, remarkably cool about the whole thing. Perhaps because she knows she's going to be spoiled rotten and everyone keeps talking about ice cream. Still, I'm impressed. And nervous. I'm afraid I'm the one who will fall apart.
At any rate, I'll post once we're home and the queen is in her royal recovery bed. Until then, your prayers are appreciated.