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poor nana is sick with a tummy bug, so she called me this morning and asked me to come pick john up to bring him to school instead so she can rest. she's very sad not to spend the whole day with the little coocoo, but she needs to take care of herself!

the downside, of course, is a nana who is ill. while visiting her grandson and family. i hope she gets well very very fast!

the upside? i got a bonus visit with my baby boy on my lunch break. and what a sunshiny little fellow he is today! he grinned at me, giggled, and hugged. nana had him mostly dressed when i got home, so i pulled his jeans on and felt my heart tug a little at what a big man he looked like. (note to self: take pics tonight if possible, because he looked so cute in his big boy jeans!) how did my teensy baby get so big?

we sang in the car on the way to the school. he giggled some more and hugged me when i dropped him off. i looked around the room, and he's now almost the oldest baby in his room - only one pretty girl is older, and only by 19 days. say it with me now: how did my teensy baby get so big?

but it was awesome to hold that smiling wiggly bug. what a nice little boost for the rest of the day! i can't stop smiling.

get well soon, nana.
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