When Nature Calls . . .

. . . Why bother going inside to use the toilet. I mean, really, what's the point?

Broke Bach Mountain

That's right, we went with the gay cowboy. I'm sure Bach is turning over in his grave! Justin's mom said he looks creepy, but don't ya think he's kinda cute? Okay, maybe if he didn't look so angry . . . Lindsay (the lucky co-worker that got "Bached") wondered why I chose her as the recipient of the gay cowboy. I assured her it was nothing personal, she just hadn't been "Bached" in a while. We all need to be "Bached" now and then.

The Big Surgery!

We got home from the hospital this morning and we're in full recovery mode! Here's Bo's overview of his surgery:

Doctor Bowen a week before the surgery . . . I'm thinking this surgery thing is gonna be fun!


Getting into hospital jammmies before the surgery . . . feelin' a little nervous . .


Nuggin' with Dad and eatin' Popsicles after surgery . . . tryin' to smile and be happy . . . it's not as fun as I thought is was gonna be!


But, Spiderman was there . . .


And I got lots of wagon rides . . .


Mom and I think the BEST part is that we got to come home today!! Sleepovers in the hospital are actually not that fun. Here are my battle wounds. I'm pretty tough about it, though, I just don't like to take my medicine. I think Mom has some recovering to do, as well. She's tired. I've been telling her lots of times that I love her. She says I'm sweet and that I'm a good boy.

I've Been Bached!

It all started at my office Christmas party when Brandie got this Bach as a white elephant and he began circulating around the office in many different forms, from "Bach" Obama to Captain "Bach" Sparrow, and he's even been seen wearing the infamous "Bach" Strap. I was "Bached" on Thursday with the Plague of the "Smallbachs." (Everyone thinks it's especially funny that he has sores all over his face after my MRSA fiasco last year. Ask me to tell you the story if you haven't heard it.) This is what the office is like when you work for attorneys that behave like 14 year old boys. It's a good time - - most of the time! Stay tuned to see what form Bach takes on next week (according to the Baching Committee, yes there's a committee, I have one week to fulfill my Baching responsibility or Bach will be taken from me). . . I know, the suspense is killing you.

The Recap

The Easter Festivities consisted of . . .



Justin going "ape" . . . (and yes, ladies, unfortunately he's taken)



Summoning the Easter Bunny through an ear candling seance . . . (thanks for your services Jack!)



Helping Great Grandpa find joy and rejoicing in his posterity . . . (is that what joy is?)



Letting the men feel all macho shooting their guns . . . (until we forced them to watch Twilight the next day) . . .


And last but not least . . .

Pictures with the whole fam damily!!

What the Fruit Cake?!?!?!?

Seriously, this is in style, and I am supposed to wear this? I found these shopping at Kohl's the other day. I was quite appalled. Bowen summed in all up when he said, "Mama, those are circus clothes!" Need I say more! Does anyone else feel as freaked out as me. It's like the 80's - - only worse . . .

I Guess It's Not an Adam's Apple . . .

So, this is what Bowen looked like when I woke up two weeks ago. He had grown a double chin overnight. Many a hour at the doctors and hospitals and a long story short, he has a little birth defect called a thyroglossal duct cyst. Being the clueless parents that we are, we thought the little lump in his neck was an Adam's apple. Right, a four year old with an Adam's apple. That makes total sense! Cut us some slack, this is our first time as parents! Never mind the night before he was complaining that his neck was hurting. Those darn kids always just wanting attention. Oops. Guess we shouldn't have overlooked that one. I have to add that on that morning I was getting ready to take him to the doctor and he came into the bathroom and informed me that his neck was all better (he didn't want to go to the doctor). I informed him we were still going to the doctor, got my hand mirror and told him to look at his neck in the mirror. He said, "What mama, I don't see any sing." Apparently he's used to seeing an obese child when he looks in the mirror.


This was him a week ago last Tuesday. After a second visit to the ER and a night in the hospital (and several thousand dollars later!) he is doing much better. His cyst apparently became infected and that's why it looked so awful. He still has to have surgery once the infection is gone, poor guy. Don't worry, we have already bought him moon sand and a new transformer to make up for our lack in parenting skills. Oh, and that is my finger at the bottom of the picture. Not only am I a skilled parent, but I have also spent hours studying photography so I could take expert pictures like the one you are currently viewing.

Needless to say, the last couple of weeks have been a little crazy, but I have definitely learned a few important lessons:
1. If your four year old has a strange lump in their neck, it most likely isn't an Adam's apple and you should have it checked out by their doctor. :)
2. If you child complains incessantly that their neck is hurting, maybe they are not just trying to get attention. It could be possible that they are actually in pain. I know this is shocking information.
3. If you are going to take a picture, always include your finger in the bottom of picture. That way, you will get a better perspective of what you are taking a picture of.