At about the 1:15 mark, just when Bane started to wreak havoc on Gotham, my son, Foster, started throwing up. He'd had a high fever most of the day, so he was up with us, snuggling with my wife. As we were rushing to clean up, he did it again, and so we decided to send him to urgent care. I stayed home to kind of clean up, but mostly just because our daughter was asleep and we didn't want to have two cranky kids at the hospital. While my wife got cleaned up and ready to go, I changed Foster into some new clothes...
Here's the onesie I put on him, an owl with some stars that glow in the dark. We've had it for a while, and I always think of a certain blogger when he wears it. This boy is going to be a Padre fan though, so don't get any ideas.
My wife brought him back around 2:00 AM, and it turns out that he'll be fine. They gave him some stuff, I'm still not sure of the deets, but he's doing a little better today. Still a little cranky, but back to smiling again.
Anyways, I tried to dig up an "awesome night card" in honor of my stint as a night owl, but this was the closest I could come to from my Miscellaneous Padres binder. I know there are a few in some of my other binders, but ain't nobody got time for pulling other binders. As a bonus, it's from a game that the Padres "vanquished" the Dodgers.
Hopefully today will be better (and I can convince my wife to finish the movie - she was starting to lose interest, though that might've been attributed to dealing with a sick kid) and our family can be back to full strength for Sunday. Not that we're doing a whole lot on Sunday, but sick kids at church are never fun.
Padres win! Back up to .500, and second place in the NL West, 2.5 games back of Arizona. GO PADS!