Thanks to all who sent the good thoughts, well wishes and calls for status update. It must have worked, because Dore called yesterday to update me that everything went well. In fact, very well. They removed all new growth and even some additional pieces that they couldn’t get at the first time around. I have received so many medical-related calls from Dore over the last couple of years where the news wasn’t good, it was wonderful to hear that positive tone in her voice when I picked up the phone.

As Steve and I discussed all of this over the course of the last day or so, Little Big Ears seemed to be listening in the distance, and we began to be peppered with a myriad of incredulous questions about the hows and whys of brain surgery. I am hoping the seriousness in which she digested the information will cease all future references to pooping in your brain. One of her more ridiculous insults of late.

In an effort to kick-start myself back into posting mode, I will provide all you Walstonling-deprived souls with this series, wherein I actually had both of their attentions at one time for about 6 and a half seconds. Then, quicker than you can say Inevitable Sibling Meltdown, it was gone.

(And yes, there are more. Just click the photo.)