Blech

My mom is sending me photos of the weekend sometime soon, and so again there will be Graham photos. And weekend away details. But for now, I am sick with the little cold that G had. At least, it was little when he had it. I feel like stinky poops warmed over.

The word on the street is that Graham was an absolute delight for the village of caretakers this weekend. He had great-aunts and uncles, grandma and grandpa, and even great-grandma and great-grandpa, all looking out for his every need. Kind of a letdown to come back to a mommy who is having a hard time launching herself off the couch and is trying (not always successfully) to not sneeze in your face, eh, bubba? I know, I know.