Flushed

If you're wondering where the blog entries have been over the last month, they have all been flushed down the toilet for being boring and whiny. Theresa and Shane have both been talking about blogworthiness recently, and let's just say you should be glad I've had a bad case of blogstipation. Thankfully, Father's Day has been the metaphorical prune juice that this blog has needed. Let's all hope it doesn't lead to the dreaded blogorhea that Shane has warned us about.

And now for some pictures of the boy who put the fun back in fundoplication (special thanks to Little Mrs. Pinkie for several of the photos):

There comes a time in the life of a man where he must decide where he stands on one of the most important philosophical questions of our time: "To comb over or not to comb over?" Due to Ben's early onset hair loss, he has been forced to answer this question after only five months in this cruel world. Much to my dismay, he has chosen in favor of the comb over. I don't have the heart to tell him how silly it looks, but maybe the puzzled glances of some his peers like Will, Sam, and Olivia will bring him to his senses.

Next up, we have Ben with Ouma and Grandma. To defray some of Ben's medical costs, we're going to have him do some part-time trach modeling. I think we'd all buy a trach if this picture were on the box. "Trachs - when one nose just isn't enough."

My handsome boy and beautiful girl.
Just when you thought the Claw was vanquished, his evil twin strikes unexpectedly. It's anyone's guess what happens now; all I know is that the ectoplasm is flowing freely and no one is safe.
It has been a very good first Father's Day, and I hope to be back here again sooner rather than later.

Whit, Adrienne, and Benjamin