7am Thursday morning, Heather wakes me up. "What time did you feed Aidan?"

"Um, I didn't."

It takes a second and we both hop out of bed in a panic and run to his room. He's fine, of course, starting to stir but not awake yet.

One of a few things happened1)He's been blocked up and possibly sick. Unlikely, because everything else has been fine and he ate more then he's ever eaten at 7:15. He was probably starving. 2)We both slept through his 5am cry to let us know it's time to eat. Hard to believe, but possible. 3) He's recovering from the incident described in the video below. I'm a terrible father and it's best that the video is in black and white to hide it's graphic nature.

More pictures of Andrew's visit tomorrow.