I'm waiting!

I sit here on a rain-soaked November morning (cue Axle Rose), sipping coffee and waiting for my turn. Every parent knows the drill. Little tyke starts to sniffle. Then his tummy hurts. Then he loses his cookies on the hallway floor, and the great wait commences.

The wait for the evil virus to sear its way into your happy little system. When you're taking care of a sniffly, sneezy, coughy, germy little 5-year-old, it's not "if" you're going to get sick. It's merely "when."

So here I sit waiting patiently. Let's get this over already.

Turns out I jumped the gun on the "Great Bacon Caper of 2009" in my posting yesterday. Although it's still relevant reading to rehash the thousands of food allergy goof-ups we've experienced over the years. So the bacon may have been okay after all (Sorry Burger King. I never should have doubted the home of the Whopper!). Usually Michael blows chunks (Party on Wayne!)and then he starts to feel better. The offending allergin gets a quick escort out of Michael's tummy and everything returns to normal.

Not so this time. Michael's tummy continued to feel icky long after all traces of food made their exit. The little guy spent the entire day walking through the house proclaiming, "My tummy hurts!!" He couldn't lay down. He couldn't sit still. His discomfort forced him into constant movement, and all I could do was follow him around and try to empathize.

This Daddy thing is a tough gig when your sole male heir's tummy hurts and you're powerless to stop it (I've been reading Phillipa Gregory novels again).

Thankfully he seems to be feeling better today. He broke his fast with Cream of Rice and sorbet (Long live the king!!), and the Motrin seems to be helping. Right now he's snuggled up on the couch watching Clifford the Big Red Dog. So it looks like he's going to pull through.

Which just leaves the waiting game. I've got my Boise State jersey on (Coach Pete shall protect me!) and two bottles of hand sanitizer at my side. Bring it germs! Let's do this!

Fight for your kingdom, kiddies!

- Dave