Way back in the beginning of March Silas spent a night in the hospital. He had RSV and needed to be on oxygen for a few days. The title quote was Josie's reaction when I talked to her on the phone and told her that I was going to have to stay the night in the hospital (hostible in Josie-speak) with Silas. (His nickname evolved from us calling him Silas Silas Bo Bilas.)

Seeing him with tubes in his nose was pretty sad, and very cute (if I do say so myself).


It didn't stop him from eating his toes!

He's doing fine now and all the while he kept gaining weight, clearly. Check out those rolls.