Weston y su papi...

It's not my fault I have a hot husband. I just really liked these pics of Doug and Weston. Here, with Weston wrapped in the blanket is Doug's lazy way of preventing Weston from getting a cold in this horrid Winter we are having. If Weston gets so much as a cold, he is ineligible for a transplant. In related news, Weston has an ultrasound and an appointment with the surgeon on Monday for some swelling in the area down under. I'll let you know how it goes. I'm not sure if it's a concern or not, but at this point, I prefer to be paranoid about everything. Also, at West's doctor appointment on Monday, he weighed 15 lbs. 5 oz. He has gained a little less than a pound in one month! We are stoked! Dr. Book gave us a time frame of 3-4 months to be able to have the transplant from a living donor. We found out it will probably have to be me since my liver will be at least 50% smaller than Doug's. Nothing is final yet, but we're pretty sure Doug's liver is going to be too fat. Not fat, I mean, uh, just too big. Anyways, here is Doug trying to pass his under armor shirt off as a regular shirt. Sound familiar Pablo (my dad)? Just kidding, he worked out once like a month ago.












Quite often, we forget or try to forget our other pest of a child, Mooja. Here he is in time out by the fire. Not really, but we caught him completely engaged by the fire. It took quite a few attempts to capture this image. And here is Doug taking Mooja outside. I just thought it was funny how he looks like Rocky in his gray sweatsuit.