Miser family update: shades and bling (and B-child!)

Life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Family household.  I'm going to start with two pieces of very happy news.  One: B-child!  Born earlier today.  

K-daughter and my second grandchild, B-child, 
side-by-side instead of one-inside-the-other.

Two:  J-son got a job, with no help at all from the many mothers in his life, but entirely of his own & his friend's volition.  Whoop!  

With that awesome news leading the way, let's unveil this week's Family Fun Foto: Shades and bling.

No surprise, given today's events, that there's no K-daughter in bling this week.  I've been having fun having A-child over here this weekend, she's "helping" me paint the living room.  Meanwhile, J-son and N-son schooled me in the new lingo:  J-son has got drips.  Which is like bling, but . . . it's drips.  Kinda like the bling/drips that Y is rockin' there.   L-daughter the younger has a different kind of drips; she's on a boat (that's a wake in the water behind her).  N-son is sporting a Spidey-blanket knitted by a sister who says, "You wanna see jewelry? I got jewelry!"  (That blanket is mad needle skilz right there.)  Speaking of skilz, I squeezed in two pics of L-daughter the elder because the dress is too blingy to omit, but also:  who teaches dogs to wear sun-glasses and all look at their trainer all at once?  Like, how?  And my husband has the most expensive bling of anyone here, right there on his arm.  (He can straighten his arm 5 degrees more than the previous week, but he's still got a lot of work to do on flexing it.)  

In this exciting week, it's good to remember that we all have a chance to use our mad skilz to work for Justice that is long overdue.   I owe extra gratitude to I-daughter, who does social media (which I don't), and who therefore knew about, asked me to join her at, a socially distant corner of our city's protests last week.

I've also been overhauling my own classes --- even though my fall classes are months away --- because online teaching adds its own heaviest burden on the students who are already likeliest to face discrimination and injustice elsewhere, and I feel like I need to take the chants for justice as a personal directive, and not a distant police issue only.  So prepping for a "hy-flex" fall is what's filling up a bunch of my days.  

Well, that and painting the living room with the help of my 5-year-old granddaughter, now a big sister.

And that's the news from our family, which continues to be wealthy in our adventures.  May you and yours stay safe.