Kate is pregnant again. (Don't say anything on Facebook - she's not going "public" til Thanksgiving.)

She's been so horrible about Owen that I just don't know how to feel.... I want to be a grandma so bad but she won't let me. Yesterday, they were out here & Owen fell & scraped his hand. He was bawling, she couldn't calm him down so I started talking to him to get him to come show me his ouchie... He finally did & I did what I would have with my kids. Told him to come on with me & I'd fix it up. Walked hand in hand into the house, sat him up on the bathroom counter, looked it over & ooh'ed and aah'ed appropriately, and told him I had some "boo boo juice" (antibiotic ointment) and a bandaid that would fix it right up! About that time, Kate ordered Matt to follow me & make sure I wasn't doing anything "wrong." And he freaked out over the "boo boo juice" until I showed him the tube. But thankfully Owen didn't pick up on the tension & was as happy as a lark after I "doctored" him up. He went running out the front door, yelling that "Gammy put boo boo juice on it & I gots a bandaid & it doesn't hurt any more!!!!" The scowl on her face....

I just can't do anything right when it comes to her so I'm already expecting the worst with the new baby.