When we arrived back in New York a couple weeks ago, Teddy got his first stomach flu. He woke in the night sicky sicky. Poor baby, vomiting is scary enough when you're an adult...but for a little guy it's terrifying. The following week (last Thursday) I also came down with the bug. It was terrible. I spent the better part of the weekend in bed. Although I hate to miss out on the fun, it provided Ryan and Teddy with lots of father/son time. And what better way to spend that time than fishing?!?