Helloooooo Mosquito! Do y'all remember that commercial? Here, for your viewing pleasure:
It's how I answer the phone when I know who's calling. :)
Thanks to y'all for the well wishes. I think I know how I messed up the tummy. Way too much caffeine (which I've been off of for nearly a year) and greasy fast food on surgery day. Back to life as normal now.
Life as normal won't be soon for Little Guy. He's been drooling all day. And like someone said in the comments (sorry - I've been sleeping all day - was it Julie?), it will get worse in a few days. The scabs fall off, or something like that. The boy knows to expect it. Never one to milk something for all it's worth (NOT!), he's been using hand signals exclusively. I think today I might buy him a bell to ring when he needs one of us. As it is, Oatmeal Head comes running when Little Guy pounds on whatever surface is at hand. Stinker.
Must go to bed. Tummy still rumbly.
Until I write again ...