Happy(?) Birthday Kemper

What a week.

I thought I was being a smarty pants by taking last Friday off to prepare for my boo's first Birthday. He and I would have all day to do the things we needed to do. Get stuff together, bake his cake, get in a little playing here and there and so on. Well, smart in taking Friday off. I also had to take Thursday off. When I took Kemper for his 1 year Birtday pictures on Wednesday, something didn't seem right. He seemed a little off, but everyone has their days, so we went on that. Wednesday at lunch time, I dropped him off at his sitters, and a few hours later Kevin picked him up. He played with his friend AJ for a bit on Wednesday and then Kevin took him home. Dinner time came, but didn't work out so well for Kevin. Kemper projectile vomitted everything he had eaten all day, all over Kevin. And then came the diareaha poops. Kev tried to get a hold of me at work, to no avail. Sunofa... When I got home at a quarter to eleven, all I could smell was puke and poop. My bathtub was filled with clothes, both Daddy's and Kemper's, and my men both looked worn right out. Thursday, filled with more puke and poop, and a red sore bum. My poor boo. Thursday night, spent in the ER, "This could last for 5-7 days...." Great, nothing else you can do for us? Thanksalot. Kemper and I returned on Friday to the ER. "He hasn't kept anything down for days...." Same doctor, same response. Thank you for wasting my time, I guess. By the time we left the ER I felt like ass. Probably not eating all day, quick fix, Drive Thru at McNasty's.

By 4:00 on Friday afternoon we started making phonecalls to postpone the Birthday party until next weekend.