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I won't cop any lame story. I've been lazy and busy all at once. (why not lasy and busy or lazy and buzy--anywhoooo)
I've got to do some catching up...

Late-March
We returned to San Rafael after being in Maryland helping my parents for 2 1/2 months. My father is recovering nicely and my mother now has him washing the dishes since he can no longer mow the lawn.
Garth and I reconnect. [insert lame 70's porno music here] Absence does make the heart grow fonder. Actually, I think that the toxic build up of annoying things that we do to each other subsided and we become more forgiving (or forgetful) and get along like we were dating.
The boys get back into their routines--gymnastics, pre-K, day care, otter pops, playdates, Tivo'd children's shows, "mine!" "Mine!" "MINE!!!"
A week after our return, my father is rushed to the hospital in the early morning. He is experiencing shortness of breath and generally feeling lousy. He stays overnight and is discharged with some new meds. A few days later he gets a stomach flu and loses more weight. He is better after 3-4 days but weak. Well, not so weak that he can't drive....

April
I contact my plastic surgeon regarding my lovely umbilical hernia and diastasis recti. Yeah, as it turns out-THAT is why 2 years after having my last child, I continue to look like I am 5 months pregnant. We schedule my surgery (did I mention the BOOB-JOB, too!!!!) and the pre-op stuff begins.
I have my surgery and WOW!!! What a difference. As it turns out, I had to have a complete abdominal reconstruction because my abdomen was so screwed up. I now have a new belly button, mesh installed in my abdominal cavity ("This is one of the worst cases, Paisley. My doctor is Italian so use the accent when you imagine him speaking. It is like, Peez-leeh. You only have intestine here, then thin bit of tissue and some skin. You are very lucky not to rupture your abdomen.) and my old tummy back. The mermaid tattoo did suffer a bit of damage..
And the BOOBS....yes, you are wondering about them, no?!
I did get silicone implants. Nothing big. I believe he (Dr, D'Amore-no, I'm not KIDDING, his name is D'Amore!!!) refers to them as a "sporty look." For those of you who like numbers they are 225cc's..or small B's...I just like to call them "sporty" and man, they are perky little ladies, lemme tell you.....
My father continues to improve. Now he and my mother are starting to bicker about each other, so things are pretty much back to normal...

May
Well, May just started and the weather is a bit cool for my tastes. I am thinking about returning to work but as a professional organizer instead of a therapist. They can charge about the same hourly rate and I don't have to worry about all the ucky stuff that I have to deal with as a therapist. I'm going to keep my license current, so I can go back to counseling or do it on the side. For now, with the kids and Garth working so much-this just looks like a good fit for us.
Can you believe that the median (yeah, median--not average) price for a home in MaCo is $800,000. WTF?!?!
My oldest has a birthday on the 17th. He will be 5. Can you even believe it?! FIVE!!! As my brother said, "He now fills up a whole hand."