So the week started off good with Mom coming home to a house full of boys (still alive and kickin). It quickly went south when I started feeling like crud at work and 10x worse at home for a few hours before evacuating a days worth of food through the in pipe. I felt much better after that though. I proceeded to slip and fall (with Adam no less) down the stairs the next morning. Luckily only my back and ego were bruised from that, Adam only got a scare. The third (and hopefully last of the string) was Nick joining dad in the throw up squad. A couple times last night and once at lunch today. Just a bug in his belly and tonight he did / felt much better.