Claire was born with crooked toes. The problem: Bunions. We noticed them when she was a dancing little girl in a tutu. By the time her growth plates had stopped growing, she was a big girl dancer, then a volleyball maniac, then a track star. She had no time in her life for the needed surgery, until this week, after her last finals. Today she went under the knife.

She especially enjoyed the hospital gown that had air pockets everywhere that inflated with warm air while she waited her turn to see the surgeon.

They gave her a nerve block in each ankle to numb her feet for the first 6-8 hours. She felt great as we carried her home and set her up in grandma’s blue lounge chair.

Tonight as the block wears off, the fun will begin. . . . I wonder how much sleep we’ll all get. . . .