I called in sick today from work. Yesterday was spent all day in bed recovering from a fever and some strange food poisoning that left me praying to the porcelain gods. Tony’s symptoms were not as severe, but he was feeling queasy for the better part of the day. Thankfully, it looks like Cyrus is doing okay.

Speaking of the kiddie, he’s become much more vocal in the past few days. His baby talk consists of a lot of “Da, Da, Da” (I’m convinced the first intelligible word out of his mouth will be Daddy) followed by high-pitched squealing. It’s adorable, personally speaking.