Here's some recent shots of my godson Nick. I couldn't resist these four. This kid is unbelievable. I swear, my sister should give motivational seminars for women with fertility problems. Keep trying, stay positive and look at what can happen: Swear to God, I won the godparent lottery. If I could be guaranteed a Nick, I can honestly say that Ami and I would consider having a baby. Oh yeah, how 'bout some video of Ami and I cracking him up. The scream at :21 is worth it's weight in gold.
My dad and Debby arrived last Thursday, August 7th from Atlanta and stayed through Monday the 11th. We had a fantastic vacation with them, and ended up doing some of the Denver sightseeing that we never get around to doing. We did everything from visiting the Art Museum and Botanic Gardens to making a few trips to our new favorite pizza spot in the city - Marco's Coal Fired Pizza. If you haven't been there yet, their wings and Naples style pizza will rock your world. 21st and Larimer. On Sunday night, we had an All-Parents BBQ and it was awesome. All of our parents and step parents came over for burgers and brats and Baron-time. I've attached a few pictures that I took when we were out in the backyard. All-in-all, it was an amazing weekend. Thank you so much, Dad and Deb, for coming. You're as good of guests as you are hosts. We had a fantastic weekend with you two!
With all of the craziness surrounding Baron's surgery, I wasn't able to post pictures from the 4th of July weekend that we spent in Baton Rouge, for my godson Nick's baptism. It was a fantastic weekend full of seafood, snoballs and family. Arrived at New Orleans (Louis Armstrong) International Airport. Moisant, if you're old school. After this many years in Denver, it still feels like home. Dominick and his dad have tons of snoball history - which comes with the perks of a machine and tons of syrups. Including my favorite - chocolate with condensed milk. Ami (Zia) holding Nick while Jase makes him do that cute little chuckle thing he loves to do. (Picture courtesy of Heather - thanks Heather!) At the baptismal font. Great picture. Nick's mommy. Best. Sister. Ever. We went to New Orleans on Sunday and spent the day in the sweltering hot French Quarter. Nick and my dad in matching outfits. Only difference was that dad's probably had more ...
Well, for those of you who have been monitoring our crazy week, I have great news...The Amazing Baron came home tonight! Four days later, our baby is back in his spot next to the fireplace, and sound asleep as I write this. Since I last updated, his condition just kept improving by the day. He never had another fever, and kept getting his strength and color back as the hours ticked on. His doctor called this morning to tell us that if he could eat something today, he'd be able to come home tonight. Unfortunately, he wouldn't touch anything they were giving him - no problem, daddy makes a wicked batch of cooked ground beef. We arrived at the hospital at lunchtime, grabbed one of the vet techs as a witness and he inhaled the beef. That was it, we were given clearance to pick him up after work. The vets and techs all autographed a bandanna for him, which he was wearing when they brought him into us. They also sent him packing with his favorite toy that he'd been playing ...
Well, it's most certainly been one of the longest, most traumatic days that we've ever lived through. It's never a good sign when the radiologist tells you they've called in an emergency surgeon and anaesthesiologist, and "you need to spend some time with him before he goes in". I swear, for about four hours, we thought we were going to lose him. His fever was back to 106 and he was leaking septic fluids into his abdomen. The internist said that if he had a laceration on his intestines, the outlook wasn't very good, and her diagnosis was guarded. After laying on the floor with him for fifteen minutes, we were notified that they needed to wheel him into the operating room. We gave him kisses and told that little s.o.b. that he was ABSOLUTELY NOT allowed to die on us. We went to my moms house, and spent the next five hours with the family, which was wonderful. I think we'd have pulled our hair out if we'd have had to stay at the veterinary hospital. ...
