Something has happened to the blogging part of my brain. If it's like everything else in this house, it will eventually turn up, usually under the couch, or on the floor of the mini-van, or possibly stuck to the side of a chair with an ancient slice of banana.
Tomorrow my mom is geting her hip replaced. My parents are amazingly active, still cross-country skiing, kayaking and climbing mountains, while both in their seventies. I'm hoping this surgery will allow my mom to keep up her outdoor pursuits. I wish I could be up there in NY when she has the surgery, but both my sisters will be there, so it'll be alright.
B. has decided he would prefer to be a nudist, and has taught himself to remove his clothes and diaper. I think the OT will be happy-- he even removed a shirt with buttons! So far, he leaves his clothes on most of the time, and just occasionally decides to strip down. The funny thing is that he still likes hats as much as ever.
