Jonah's New Doo.

When not wearing a hipster hat he's sporting faux hawk like his Dada.

HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY TO EMILY MELINDA KATE!!!!

This Baby's Stylin...

Little dude goin to the St. Louis Zoo. And in fashion. By the looks of it he's enjoying it.

Oh boy, Jonah is always going to be dressed well--between all his nearby aunts, uncles, grandparents, and general admirers. And I guess he's figured out it's better not to fight it--go with the flow. : )

He's already showing some spunk in personality--loves to scream all of a sudden. Then smile like it was the best thing he's ever done.

Noah enjoying Aden's bouncer.

Aden's first picture with the Easter Bunny.

Pink Pigs are funny, I don't care who you are...

So, proud grandparents are at Walmart and find this squeaky toy that sends Jonah into hysterics. So for 20 minutes we oink the pig while folks look at us like we're nuts. I am sure you could hear it all over the store. But proud grandparents are in their own world and squeak away regardless. And it was worth every squeeze. We haven't heard him laugh out loud in person too much so we were just going nuts with it. Poor Jonah got all laughed out. But Grammy snuck it to the cash register and it's now at home. He loves it.

While I have you--my recovery: It's going well. No complications from the surgery. Just a nasty painful scar to deal with, sudden bouts of fatigue, and weakness due to loss of weight. But being back in Edwardsville is doing me wonders. I gain a little stamina every day. Like today at Walmart--the first time I've made it through a full excursion without having to go sit in the car. And I've been working on unpacking all the clothing from my apartment--moving it in--hanging it up. So light chores are really helping to get stronger. And I've been eating like that squeaky pig. Karen made good old fashioned tater tot casserole tonight, with bison meat, and I stuffed myself.

And then my fabulous brother in law cooks grilled chicken for me, fish and other. Then to top it off out local Annie's custard place has a baby sized chocolate custard with chopped nuts that I can manage without affecting my sugar too much so I am going to fit my jeans again in no time.

When I'm not eating or finding shores, I take advantage of the hammock Karen got me. When I need rest that's where I am--hours at a time. I don't sleep--I just rest, think, and thank God for seeing me through this ordeal. I am blessed.

I hope to see most all of you at the reunion!

Stephen