One of my daughter's stuffed animals, a beanie babie rhooster, is named Gloria. This silly toy has caused Laura Brannigan's song, "Gloria," to be running through my head for days. I think they've got your number, Gloria, I think they've got your alias, Gloria, that you've been living under.

Ben hurt his wrist last week and we finally got him in for an xray last night. It turns out he has a 'buckle fracture' of his forearm. He goes tomorrow for his cast. Even thought he favors and protects that arm a lot, he's still a lot of fun. We had a good time at the radiologists office. As I was waiting for them to finish the paperwork, he climbed up chairs and peeped over dividers while screeching and slobbering. Finally, we got put in a tiny waiting room with an accordion door - great for a wild, hollering peek-a-boo game. Having gotten it out of his system, he was very good about holding his arm still for the Xray.

May has had the stomach flu lately, but has developed a morally questionable behavior of borrowing without asking (a fine line from theft). We're not too sure what to do about this, but I think we're going to institute a few punishments that involve the donation of some of her toys to charity.

It's been cold in the Philly area lately, yesterday was a high of 18 degrees - coldest day of the year I think. It's snowing right now; big, soft flakes like torn cotton balls.

I'll try to post a little bit more often, but the boards are on the horizon and....