Elves dropped by with nothing but wood, cloth, and some berries. Those assholes. I'll give them one last chance to redeem themselves (as much as non-Cacame elves can do so) by bringing wooden weapons for sparring or awesome animals. If they don't, I'll begin my elf genocide.
Speaking of sparring, my dwarves seem to have forgotten how not to kill themselves. Even with armor -- even better than the ones I had for my slightly-less-battered first recruits, even with silver weapons, I've gotten three nerve injuries this year, two of them Champions (a super-dwarvenly tough wrestler, and the wrestler/macedwarf that probably hit her). None of them are paralyzed or anything, and I'm considering cross-training one or two into marksdwarfship, but now I can't really raise my Female Founder Champion to, say, 77 level in wrestling. Unless I get some prisoners. She's doing well chatting it up with people, though, and just reached Ultra-Mighty as I was typing (she was already Perfectly Agile from being a bookkeeper).
Goblins skipped me over for the summer. Hm. I'm at 101 dwarves now, though, albeit with only one immigrant noble (the DM, thankfully), so they're definitely planning something. That, or a megabeast is thinking about harassing everyone.
EDIT: One couple just popped out yet another kid (their third, not counting the one they migrated in with, who is currently the mayor). Named him after the first expedition leader, who was one of the ones to die horribly in the first goblin ambush.