The boys are all okay and possibly going a little stir crazy. The church people who were supposedly on their way? No shows so far. Excuse me while I say, “Grrrrrrr.”
Katie has been stitched up, but they are still doing x-rays and ultrasounds and whatnot to make sure everything is okay in zygote land (and yes, I realize things are beyond zygote at this point).
My younger brother was able to track down the tow truck driver that removed their Explorer from the scene, and he will be able to get the boys’ car seats back tonight, so as long as Katie is released from the hospital, they should all be home tonight.
I’m worrying a little less, crying a little less, and now I can’t wait to hear my nephews’ version of the whole thing.
That was soooo cool! The truck flew UP in the air and spun around and then we came down, CRASH! But W~ screamed ‘cause him was scared.
Was not. I did not scream. You did!
Nuh-uh. YOU did.
That’s how I’m imagining it, anyway.