The new and the old Jerome

A close up of Jerome's eyes today. The blood is slowly
being reabsorbed.

Jerome today with both eyes looking in the same direction!

Just chillin' before surgery. And yes, the time stamp is

correct. It was 5:39 AM!!

You can see he was terribly worried (NOT) about what was

coming up!

The trip to Minneapolis was a success on two fronts. First and foremost, Jerome's surgery for his bi-lateral strabismus was a success. It was a little involved as they had to aligne the eyes both vertically and horizontally. The second success was that although we only had a mere two hours at the mall, we rocked Nordstrom with some serious power shopping.

We found 5 different pairs of shoes for Madison, a gorgeous dress for her to wear in July for Uncle Darryl's wedding, and a little pair of Stride Rites that fit Jerome's unusually narrow foot well. I hit the motherlode for myself! Found a great pair of Stuart Weitzman's, a really cute and disgustingly expensive pair of flats that can be worn with dress pants, jeans or capris, some super cute flip flops, and the coup de gras....a new Burberry purse.

So I know how shallow it makes me when I am running on a shopping high from my new purchases, but since we live 400 miles from the nearest Nordstrom and I rarely get to indulge myself....I'm gonna revel in my shopping high!! Marc got some new dress shirts for work. Best part about them is that they are wash, tumble dry and NO IRONING NEEDED!!

When I was a little girl, my mom would take us shopping and indulge us in our hearts delight. From my earliest memories, I remember mom telling me to not flaunt all the new clothes and shoes in my dad's face the moment he walked in the door. She advised me to wear it and if he acknowledged it's 'newness' to merely reply that I've had it awhile. But the most obvious dead give away that mom had taken us shopping was that when we hit the mall and mom burned up the credit cards, she always bought my dad underpants. Go figure? I guess it was her way of purging her guilt and including my dad in the 'fun' of shopping. Needless to say, my dad had a boatload of underpants!