Because it's not a real party until somebody ends up in the hospital. . .

Miles and I got to have a nice little vacation at the 5 star (if hospitals had a star-based rating, theirs would be 5 ) Greenwich Hospital for the last couple of days. He's been sick (as have all of us) for a while and when he got some nasty stomach bug from church, (don't get me started on sick people showing up at church. I might start swearing again.) his system just couldn't handle it. He went in acting like an old gym sock (lifeless and smelly) and woke up the next morning like a road-side diner (loud and busy and smelly). He felt good enough yesterday that they finally unhooked him from the i.v. and he immediately decided to take a walk. First, I should say that Greenwich, being Greenwich, has a fantastic security system and they attach little lo-jack systems to each kid's ankle so nobody can borrow your kid. Miles's little walk took him too close to the door to the ped's unit and tripped the alarm. As soon as the fog-horn alarm went off, he came running back to me, but it was too late. Every elevator in the hospital shut down (some with people still in them) and security people came running. Phones were ringing everywhere and people were saying things into walky-talkies like, "Yes, we have visual confirmation. Yes yes, the baby is right here. Yes, his mother has him." It was all very exciting. As we left the hospital, the valet went to get our car and the security guard asked my baby's name. When I told him, he said, "Oh, so HE'S the one who set off my system this morning!" Sorry. He's better now, although he's still sick. At least now he can be sick in the comfort of his own home.
That's the i.v. tube sticking out of him.

This is obviously right before we went home because he's feeling well enough to be naughty.