This one's for you, Big Mo: Today's entry is all smiling toads, pots o' gold and bales of cotton candy. So stereotypically Irish it's politically incorrect, Mo would rather eat her own eyeballs than think someone was feeling sorry for her.
She gets peeved when I include too many details about bad days on the blog, preferring instead I skim over the ugly parts and accentuate the positive.
So here goes: We won our battle with supplemental insurance and got sleek, small and lighter hearing aids for Hopesy. And they're pink! Photos to come. Hope resumed occupational therapy on Monday. It's not as many hours as we 'd like -- or think she deserves --but Michigan is budget-cut crazy, so we're grateful for her two hours a week of therapy.