Tonsil Sale - Everything Must Go!

We're really not selling their tonsils. We're just having them removed because apparently, they're ginormous and need to come out before they acquire identities and apply for citizenship.

And yes, it's for both boys. You didn't think only one of them would need surgery and not the other, did you?

If you're thinking this surgery sounds familiar, that's because we did almost the same thing this time last year, but then it was for adenoids.

Surgery is this Friday, so keep the boys in your thoughts. It shouldn't be a big deal -- we've been here plenty of times before, and for more major operations -- and we're not expecting recovery to be too bad either.

We'll update after Friday. In the meantime, if you want to be blown away by how much the boys have grown in recent months, check this out...

Chillin' with Grandpaw.

I really think William is laughing at
John-Raven's Donald Trump-esque hairdo.

Home Again, Home Again

The boys are back home, but this time, they have what we've come to call their "mobile feeding station."

So far, they're digging it.

Status Update for 4/25 (with Cuteness)

Both boys are back at Baylor's Our Children's House now. William was transferred over on Friday without incident. It's nice to have them in the same place again.

They're coming completely off oxygen today, and so far, their oxygen saturation is good. They're not really sick anymore, but they're still coughing up some of the last of the junk that's in their lungs.

The plan is to get the boys back home on Tuesday. After that, we'll wait two or three weeks before coming back to get their Mic-Key buttons.

And now, your weekend dose of cuteness.

John-Raven managed to get along even without his brother. He tolerates his therapies fairly well on most days...

But he presents some challenges to his nurses (and his parents) when it comes to equipment. Keeping his nasal cannula in place is difficult when he'd clearly rather chew on it than breathe from it...

William has had a good attitude about the whole ordeal this week. He still has some stuff to get out of his lungs, and a good cough helps with that. So Dad was trying to model for him by demonstrating a good cough. William misinterpreted it as entertainment...

When the time came to sleep, he slept.