I was going to blog about craft camp yesterday, having spent most of the midweek evenings uploading a shipload of photos to Flickr. But life, you know. Happens.
So have a look at a photo of some yarn instead and I'll tell you about craft weekend another time.
Yesterday Son #1 broke his wrist so thoroughly it required surgery and two nights in hospital. Two nights! Hopefully he gets to come home tomorrow. He's fine, and not in much pain any more so please don't worry on our behalf, just send us some good sleep vibes if you would.
It's been quite A Hospital Weekend. On Friday night I went straight from work to the Royal Children's Hospital to visit my niece who was flown from Tasmania to Melbourne for spinal surgery ten days ago. Then all of yesterday and today we've been at the Austin, having our own medical adventure. Oh, and Mr Soup has gone away for the weekend (naturally) to a place about four hours drive away, and they all went in the one car so he can't get home. Hmmm. Not clever.
Anyway I've come home to feed the other children and fold eleventy loads of laundry (and um, blog. Priorities, people!) and now we're all going back for an hour or so to kiss him goodnight and leave him some clean undies for tomorrow.
Life. Never dull.
* turned out to be three days