Poor Uncle Mike

Mike got here on Friday and we were all pumped to see him. Tyler kept saying, "Mi, Mi, Mi." Then, he'd look at us and smile and say, "Miiiiiiiiiiii." SO CUTE! We had a great time hanging out on Friday night and Saturday...then...Late Saturday night I hear, "Tom, Tom...help me." I stumbled out of my room and over to where I hear poor Mikey...he was sprawled out on the bathroom floor periodically getting up to violently puke. So sad...and...SO gross!!! (For the record, I've heard a lot of people puke in my day, but NO ONE, I repeat, NO ONE pukes as loud as my brother in law. Luckily, Tyler slept through the entire thing...since a soft knock on the front door usually wakes him up, his sleeping was nothing short of a miracle.) Mike was looking pretty bad (a lot more pasty white than the typical Robins brother) and Tom insisted on taking him to the ER which was good because I guess he started blacking out (we'll spare you the rest of the details). In short, Mike wasn't himself until about last night. Tyler keeps going to the door where he's staying, "Mi, Mi, Mi." Today Mike has felt well enough and less contagious enough to hang out with Tyler who, despite Mike's aloofness, is totally obsessed with his uncle. Can't you see how interactive they're being?? What a fun uncle.

This is a re-enactment of the Robins' drama (a real picture might be a little too real if you know what I mean). Poor Mike, hopefully next time there will more things to see than the bathroom and ER.