Uhh... Houston?

I’ve never been one to read signs well, this unfortunately carried over into fatherhood I’ve noticed.

Our three month old baby cries and cries and cries often.

I had the honor and privelege of babysitting him last Friday.. He cried and cried and cried. Diaper? Check. Bottle? Check. Get him to crib for a nap? Negative.

He was really clingy this day in particular and wouldn’t let daddy put him down for anything, until ultimately he was too tired to resist.

Then thankfully mom came home early to help me out.

If I had been paying closer attention to our dear boy, I should’ve notice he clearly wasn’t feeling well.

Poor PJ had kept vomiting and had diarrhea. Which would make his behavior make a litle more sense. He wanted his dad, because being held gives him a sense of comfort.

Little did I know my baby boy, would give me a birthday present I would never forget.

Fast forward to Sunday, which was my birthday. Since we didn’t do much on my birthday, I think it made Susan suspicious that I wasn’t enjoying myself. Little did we know that after we turned off the lights to sleep, I wouldn’t get an ounce of sleep.

That tummy bug that PJ had, made me violently ill. I stopped counting how many times I ran to the bathroom after 15.

It reminded me of my first trip to Mexico, when I put El Yucateco, a habenero sauce on everything for a solid week.

When I came back Montezuma had his revenge.

It was like that Sunday night and then some.

Worst birthday night ever.

I eventually rose from my bed to go to work sore and with a major headache. I didn’t even drink.

That was the first day I’ve ever had to go home to take a power nap, just to get back to work.

A few shots of Pepto-Bismol and Gatorade and some Ibuprofen eventually made me feel like I was on cloud nine.

By dinnertime my darling wife made homemade chicken noodle soup... It changed my life.

Gentleman, if you can find a woman that can cook really good... Hold onto her.

I don’t even like soup, but hers was revolutionary.

Monday ended up being very productive, though I thought I had the Ebola Virus.

For those of you that don’t know me, should know nothing ever leaves this mouth and I never miss a meal, but that bug had me fasting all of Monday, I went more than 24 hours without food, which was a miracle.

In other news, The Bears are killing me. Three turnovers in their last three possessions to lose the game, after they had the lead all game was disheartening, especially on my birthday…

That probably made me more sick than the virus…

It’s crazy all the viruses that are popping up everywhere, Ebola, Enterovirus, flu, etc.

I guess next the rage virus will come to life….

Or maybe we’ll become walkers, like on the walking dead. I know one thing, Chicago would be the last place I’d want to be. Or the Malta City Hall building.

The upstairs of that place, gives me the creeps...