3:00 am. Mommy, Daddy, I threw up.

No pictures with this post. That's a good thing. You will thank me later. Our long holiday weekend was kicked off right with a wake up call from Johnny telling us he had thrown up all over his bed and had diarrhea in his pants. Two sets of beds sheet later we make it threw the night. He was sick all day Saturday and Sunday.

Monday he was acting like he was feeling better so we went to a movie to salvage a little holiday fun. Just as we get home johnny gets "sick" again. I didn't know popcorn could look like that. I am going to start a new diet. It will be the rave of Miami and southern Europe. You will simply line up all your favorite foods then have a child throw them up in your living room. You wont look at them the same anymore.

FLASH "Honey, would you like a HoHo? Yes, please. Put it in a blender with a cup of pool acid and half a hot dog."

Tuesday and he is still sick. He has not been able to keep much down for the past 4 days so on Wednesday I take him to the doctor. I tell them his story and expect them to rush him off to some piece of fancy equipment with radioactive signage and a large red blinking light labeled "Swine Flu" on the side. Nope. The answer to our upper GI projectile issues is dairy, or lack of it at least. For the net few days John can not have any thing dairy. There is a 7 day illness going around and we have to "reboot" his stomach to accept food again. You would think that for my $20.00 copay and what ever outrageous amount they bill my insurance for I could get a face mask and be able to hold my kid down while the give him a shot. No, I get a grocery list.