Okay, I screwed the pooch on Isaac's 4 month birthday.

All 1 of our loyal readers may have noticed a post this morning discussing tax brackets and Social Security payments. That was an intended post, just intended for a blog I do for my 7th graders. Sorry to get your hopes up for nothing. To make up for it, here's an overdose of sexy shirtless men. No, not me. I said SEXY, not FAT.

Today in "Holy Crap:" Isaac is sick.

Isaac has spent the last two nights hacking violently in his sleep. We saw it all coming, and took him to the doctor Friday to confirm/deny that Isaac has his first cold (CONFIRMED). All the basic rules apply; try to make sure he rests, watch his temperature/eating/pooping habits (the big 3 of parenting a newborn, btw), and keep him as comfortable as possible. He's totally fine, but that pathetic cough is heartwrenching. It's like hearing a kitten yowling outside in the winter. There's not a whole lot you can do about it though, and honestly, with the exception of one tantrum yesterday around 6pm, he's been smiling lethargically through the whole affair.

In related news, I appear to be getting sick, as well. Shannon has apparently decided to act as our own Typhoid Mary, only she doesn't cook. The worst part about getting sick now is that since Isaac is handling it so well, there's a direct guy-to-guy toughness comparison going on. Consequently, I CANNOT MILK THIS SICKNESS FOR FAVORS! That's the best part about being sick! "I'd get two McDoubles, a large fry with BBQ sauce, and a meat coke (inside joke) myself, but I'm DYING!" Used to be, I could pull that stunt once or twice per serious cold. Now I can't because Shannon can just throw Ike's toughness back in my face. DAMMIT!

Oh, and this stuff is pretty great, especially with that whole "all baby meds being recalled" thing.

Thursday Night Photo Load, or, WHY DO I TALK TO MY SON LIKE I'M A DAMN MUPPET?!?

So Isaac is discovering cause and effect. Specifically, he's discovering that if he kicks his legs frantically, he can make his chair bounce. Unsurprisingly, this is adorable. So, I do the whole "proud poppa just getting some video for the blog" thing (like anyone reads anything I have to say on the way down to the pictures...), and take a video.

Cut to a few moments ago, and I'm watching this video as it loads, and I come to a horrible realization: I sound like a total effing idiot when I talk to this child! Seriously, it's like Barney the Dinosaur had a cocaine related stroke after an all-weekend Vegas binge with Dora and Diego. Yooooooooo Gabba Gabba! I sound insane!

Ugh.

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