It's in the same place they left it.

We saw Dr. Mehlman today for an x-ray and cast check. The very good news is that Scarlett's hip is still in the socket, right where they left it.

Next procedure will be on April 22nd, when she'll go back to Children's for a cast change and MRI.

I'm hoping some kind soul in the OR will give her a bath while she's under anesthetic. She really objects to being cleaned outside of the tub. So much in fact, that yesterday I took her to the kiddie salon for a wash and set. Better she be mad at them, then me.

New and Different.

New and different ways to torture my husband.

1] Deface his ESPN Magazine.



2. Take at least 4 pointless pictures of the dog a week.


And 3. Sing the "Hugs are Fun" song from Yo Gabba Gabba first thing in the morning to insure an ear worm that lasts all day. Repeat.

Sorry, Wayne.

Wayne wanted to know how he could get 'on the blog'. It's pretty much as easy as 'be somewhere I have my camera.' However, this was the best picture I wrangled at Easter dinner.

Wayne is the oldest of seven. Matt, on the right, is the youngest. I'm not sure what they are talking about. Probably about how Georgetown is going to ruin everyone's brackets.

Wayne, I'm sorry the picture quality is crap. But if you send me that one of your car up on blocks, I'm sure I could work that story in as well.

Sweet 16

I don't even care that my brackets are shot.

Tummy time, revisited.

We are spending more and more time on the floor, trying to regain some independence. And I do eventually rescue her from under the furniture, you know, after I grab the camera.

It was suggested that I put a swiffer pad on her stomach and let her be my roomba. What a horrible thing to say. I would never, ever, use my child's temporary handicap to my advantage. Regardless, you can't get the damn thing to stay put. Not that I would know.

God help me, I can't stop laughing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0sI-ob55pT8

Easter Egg Hunt

Only suckers go get their own eggs. Smart babies wait for others to "share".

Annual Hyde Park Parents Exchange Easter Egg Hunt. It's the mom's group I belong to. And I won't tell you what my husband calls it, but it starts with 'M' and rhymes with 'ilfs'.

I admit, it's a thinly veiled disguise for friends to get together and drink wine while we plan outings and events. And discuss if there is enough in the budget for a Co-Chair trip to Vegas. [There is! Tell me there is!]