I need my wrist brace, and I can't find it, and I'm having a panic attack from not being able to find it.

I hate finals week.

I know I wore the wrist brace when I went out. And then I came back home. And I had to have taken it off before I got changed into pajamas, because I can't get changed with the brace on. So there are a limited number of places that it could be. And I can't find it in any of those places.

Did it maybe fall into something like your purse or another bag?

I checked my backpack (which I brought with me to my appointment) and the pockets of my jacket (where I keep the brace for the other wrist, since I don't usually need it except when I'm writing a lot, so I keep it in my jacket pocket, so I'll have it at work.) Not between the couch cushions. Not tangled in the blanket on my bed, or the one on my couch. All the things on the floor that kind of look like they might be a wrist brace are, in fact, black socks.

Under a pillow?

Found it! On the floor, under the shirt I was wearing before.

Yay!

YAY for not letting the borrowers abscond with it.

I'm glad you found it, Hil.

We opened the side of ltc's adapted crib this weekend after she climbed out twice. Now that it is open and she can get up from it whenever she wants, she stays in there and calls us when she wants to get up. Toddlers are weird.

sj, I remember the day the crib walls came down in our house. One of our twins had learned to climb out, so we would come in their room in the morning and find him sitting on the floor in the midst of a large pile of books, and his brother, still in the crib, also sitting in a large pile of books that had been pushed through the slats for him by the climber.

We knew it was time to convert the cribs, but we also saw ourselves in these boys who had conjured up their parents idea of heaven (a pile of books with nothing to do but read) as the first reward for learning to escape.

That's beautiful, Rick.