The 24 of July is usually very exciting, but this year tops it off for us. We woke up and took the kids to watch the parade at Uncle Brad's shop. We enjoyed good company and yummy treats, and lots of candy from the parade. After the parade Evan was dragging a bit so we just hung out around the house while he rested. Then we packed up to head to some friends for a BBQ. We, once again, enjoyed good food and great company and had a great time watching fireworks. Evan finally said he needed to get to bed so he could be up for work at 4:30. Around 1:00 I heard Evan throwing up. He proceeded to do this for the rest of the night. At one point he asked me to take him to the hospital, which I should have done but we had all had a bout with the flu the week before so I was sure that was the problem, but I talked him into waiting until an urgent care opened. We finally went in and they looked at him and sent us to the hospital. A bunch of tests, hours and trips to the bathroom so he could throw up some more, later they decided he needed an emergency surgery to remove his gall bladder. I know its gross to show these pictures, but the surgeon was making such a big deal about how bad things looked inside that he printed me out some pictures.