With a little less than 24 hours left on Trixie’s one-year warranty, we faced a difficult decision. Returning Trixie to the maternity ward might seem a blatant disregard for such an otherwise chipper and agreeable little girl, but the truth of the matter is that the data I’ve collected from her lately is muddy, unreliable and at times contradictory.
I’ve made the decision that the only way to recover from this information disaster is to make a clean break from the corrupt data and start over from scratch at a future time. We’re glad we got to spend the last sleepless year with Trixie, and we know that she’ll land on her feet. (Or at least on her hands and feet — since she’s still crawling about a third of the time.)
We also want to say thanks to everyone for visiting and sharing in our online sociological experiment. I understand the hospital has some web cameras set up in their newly redesigned, acrylic-walled Toddler Habitat, and once I get the web address, I’ll be sure and post it here in case anyone still wants to keep tabs. Once again, thanks to all our readers and regular baby pundits. We love you all! Good night!