Before I forget, the answer to yesterday’s question is H. G. Wells and Orson Welles, both of War of the Worlds fame.  It did turn out to be eminently Google-able, alas–it’s just that I had the date wrong when I first posted it.

We had some good news yesterday–Caitlin had been diagnosed at birth with hip dysplasia, meaning that her hip joints (just one, it turned out) weren’t fitted right.  She’s been sleeping for the past few months in an ungainly harness, even though the doctor said there wasn’t really any good evidence that the harness would help her particular kind of hip dysplasia.  If the harness didn’t do the trick, he said, she’d need surgery as a toddler.

Anyway, X-rays showed yesterday that her hip joint is now fitting normally and we can ditch the harness (craiglist, eBay, ceremonial burning on a Viking ship, no idea what you do with a used Pavlik harness) forever.  Great news.

I’m mostly posting this here to save me the trouble of individually e-mailing everyone whom we’d told about her hip and who was worried along with us.  If we forgot to call, consider yourself e-mailed!  Also, if you never got a thank-you note for the wedding gift you sent when Mindy and I got married in 2000, I think a blanket blog mention should count for that as well.  Thanks for the ____!  It was great.  We use it all the time.