Today was Benaiah's follow up visit. The good doctor (seen above) actually comes to his patient's house the next day. Benaiah checked out fine and was a happy baby all day. (It must have been that Beshiktash ribbon he got.) Just before he left, the doctor asked if I would take his picture with Benaiah. I wondered if I was perhaps the first client to forget ask for a photo session on this biggest day of my son's life! So I chirped, "Oh yes, of course, please, by all means!" The good doctor is a Turk, but is originally from Bulgaria. He was very proud that he had fixed our son. Just before he left he asked if I'd be willing to let Benaiah (along with his "black brother" as we call Judah) be in a picture with him to advertise his clinic. He said he wanted Bush and Obama in his advertisement. Ross says, "Fine, as long as we are Bush!" I say, "Fine, as long as Benaiah is clothed!"