Come Again

Just to let you know, I recently participated in an event that may possibly signal the beginning of the end. On the 15th of February, our friends Bobby and Melissa were blessed to bring Robert Michael Smith into the world. Melissa's baby shower, however, was scheduled for the 16th, but rather than reschedule, the show went on with Bobby opening presents and me writing down names and gifts. I'm sure this heinous act seriously violates the unwritten church of Christ shower protocol and even posting this photo may be an excommunicatable offense. But we are beyond the point of no return so here's a picture of two very confused guys lost in this big crazy world.


After Benjamin had his surgery back in December, we started noticing that when we fed him crackers we'd find a few crumbs in his trach. This went on for awhile and we finally decided to put some green food coloring in Ben's milk to see what the deal was. Unfortunately, after we gave him the milk, we found that the secretions that we were suctioning out of his airway were lime green.

The doctor said that Ben is still relearning how to swallow so bread crumbs and liquids tend to go down into his airway. This has forced us to take a step backward and start giving Ben most of his liquids through a stomach tube again. Yesterday at work I swallowed some water down the wrong pipe, and it made me think how annoying it must be for Ben to have that feeling every time he eats.

Ben's next surgery is scheduled for this Thursday. The doctor will be going down past the vocal cords and removing any excess tissue that's constricting Ben's airway. You all know what to do.

February wasn't much of a month for family videos so I leave you with one of Ben right before his birthday party. I take full genetic responsibility for the pot belly and chicken legs.