We decided to go shopping and when I passed in front of a mirror, I stopped and yelled, "Baby!"...not realizing it was me at first. At the end of the second video, notice how close Mommy lets me get to a POLE...silly Mommy:-/
You wonder why healthcare is so costly...maybe it's because they charge $5,789.00 for a toddler's wheelchair...Geez 8-{
I know I am a little behind on postings...but here goes. Memaw, Mommy and I went to Vegas on Saturday, November 22 to watch my adorable brother, Blake, play bass in the Honors Orchestra Concert at the Artemus Ham Hall at the UNLV campus. We were so impressed. Blake played wonderful as usual. ;-) He is the second bass from the right looking at the above pic.
After the concert, we went to dinner with Blake and his girlfriend, Andrea. I was a ham as usual...feeling great after my spinal cord surgery 2 weeks before. 
Enough already Mom!!! How many more pictures can you take of me????
Check out the new scrubs my Papa and Oma bought me from the gift shop. Look at me, this pic was taken on Saturday...you would never have known I had back surgery on Wednesday. Memaw, Aunt Debbie, Aunt Nori, Uncle Dave-O, Ashton, Jade and London all came to see me on Saturday.
Back of scrubs...too cute!!
Mommy took my bandages off Sunday night. This incision is longer than the first but we all think when it is healed it will look better than the first one. Check it out, my cute little heart birthmark is still there. 
Oma stayed with me in the hospital last night. I slept all night for her. 
Making my morning calls....I'm back on track :)
A cute, fuzzy pic of me on Friday morning.
Daddy gave me some yogurt...my second favortie food in the world next to ice cream :P Yummie!!
This is Lily Angel...my Papa bought her for me. When I squeeze her belly she recites a prayer.
The nurse brought me some ponytail holders so Mommy put my hair up. Can you believe this is me shortly after the morphine wore off...Amazing!! Oma's on the phone...probably with Papa.
Chillin' with Lily
Oma and Papa bought me the giant Elmo balloon and the Winnie and Piglet balloons.
Daddy knows who his true friends are...hehehe...
Daddy and I started to tucker out so we napped. Daddy had stayed with me at the hospital Wednesday night. Since I was whacked out on the morphine, I was up quite often throughout the night.
On Thursday when Dr. Moss' asst, Mary, came in to check me, she noticed right away that there was something wrong and said she would go get the doc. When Dr. Moss got there, my eyes were fine (of course!) although they had been scrambling for the last 24 hours. He asked if anyone had held me yet and the answer was no. Mommy was so happy to finally hold me. So Mommy and Oma held me for a couple of hours. It made me feel a lot better. The hospital chaplain, Charlie, came in to talk with us and said a wonderful prayer for my recovery. 
Still feeling puny...
Oma's turn to comfort me.
Holding on for dear life as my world spins.
Then....BAM-MO!! I was better. 30 minutes after the chaplain and Kerry had come to my room and prayed for me, I snapped out of it. 
Goodness, here I am sitting up...just like that. Crazy stuff...Mary came back in the room a while later and said she realized it was the morphine. Thank GOD he put that wisdom in Mary's head to discover that fact...I know it was those hands that were put on me during prayer a few minutes before that helped me get out of my funk. Funny thing is, I've had morphine after all of my other surgeries but I think I was given more doses over a longer period of time...this time; whereas with the other surgeries, Mommy recalls me getting only one or two doses as opposed to the 24 hour cycle I was given. 
This is Titus. Most of you will remember from a few months ago that Mommy and I went to Kingman to play with Titus and Trevor. Well, Titus just happened to have doctor appts this week in Phx and his family was also staying at the Ronald McDonald House. While I was in hospital recovering, Mommy, Daddy and Oma had dinner with Titus, his mommy, Kerry and his daddy, Scott. Titus looks alot like my nephew London in the top picture. 
Daddy getting his first look at me...he was crying...so was Mommy
Elmo was the first one to my bedside....I love him.
My back with bandage.
The surgery went very well. The doctor actually said it went smooth...although it was severe, he was able to release the cord and nerves from the scar tissue. During the pre-op consultation, Dr. Moss said the chance of cutting the leg nerves was only about 1%...he has only had to do it 3 or 4 times. So, as most of you know already, he didn't have to do that with me...YEA!!!
Oma and I waiting for my MRI and x-rays
I had to make a few last minute calls...
Me...getting a little antsy and wondering what is going on.
Daddy-Poo lovin' on me.
Mommy had to see my heart-shaped birthmark one last time in case it changed.
Elmo in the waiting room once they took me into surgery...he was calling everyone and raising Mommy's cellphone bill. Geez...
Olivia and I chillin' in the wagon.
