Bad Hair Day

I should have known better than to store my Rogaine in a baby lotion bottle . . .


Mom knitted this hat out of furry yarn. If she calls my bluff and knits matching ones for Carla and me, we'll have a particularly unique family photo for next year's Christmas mailing.

Hannah's been off the oxygen all day today, playing a lot more freely and getting carried around the house a lot just because we can. She'll still be on the oxygen at night until she sats high enough without it, but she's now on the lowest setting the machine can deliver, 1/32nd of a liter per minute. That's only about six teaspoons of oxygen per minute, so it's surprising it makes much difference at all.