Unwired.

5 weeks.
8,000 milkshakes.
400 bowls of pudding.
72 cups of soup.
12 pounds lost
And 1 spaghetti incident we shall never speak of again

He is healed.

Excuse me whilst I break out into a happy lil jig.

So it's been about 3 hours since the Great Unwiring of 2012
and so far we hit KFC drive through for mashed potatoes

And then on to Panda Express for his long anticipated fried rice.

 
And a pit stop for some candy/cookie somethin somethin

And as I sit here and type this he is sitting on the back porch joyfully munching on some goldfish
while waiting for water to boil for some pasta. 

My hunch is that this kid will not stop eating for a few days.

He.
Is.
So.
Incredibly.
Happy.

It's definitely not an experience I ever want any of my kids to have to go through again but man alive did he ever handle it like a champ.

Thank you for all of your advice,
your love,
your wisdom,
your recipes,
and your lessons on gluten and blending of pasta
and most of all for not making too much fun of me when I was using my margarita machine as the blender. 

Jason Michael, you are so loved!
{And yes, I will take you to Five Guys for dinner. Just don't tell your brother.(s)}
or for that matter your father.
Shhhhhhhh.....