Those were the letters that Jack repeated sing-song in the car this morning. "I P-O-O-P." We think he may have learned this from a cartoon. So cute. Speaking of potty, we went to a university volleyball game tonight and, at one point, Jack told me he had to go to the bathroom. So, we went there, but I was the only one that got any biz-ness done.
Update on Garrett: doctors discovered that a thingamabob for a machine doohikie needed to be replaced this morning. The doohikie is called an IMRIS, a special interoperative scanner. The scanner is a specific type of MRI that they use to make sure there is no residual tumor left. The part has been ordered and we hope Garrett will have his surgery this Friday or next Wednesday. Not that we look forward to a doctor drilling a hole in the little guy's head. We just want the healing process to begin.