
G and Little Mister (getting him up when he woke from his nap) until the birthday dinner so that I could have a break and read. It's sweet things like that which make me think that maybe I won't sell him to gypsies.

Then Grandmom and Grandad and Grampy and Grammy Carole came for dinner (a veritable feast of take out from Tuptim Thai... yum) and cake (yes, I made my own, but I enjoy baking, and I'd rather eat my own yummy but plain cake than some pretty but plastic junk from the store). The disposable camera takes lousy pictures, but here goes: (I can't really blame the camera for the poor composition of the first photo, but it was the only one with the cake!)



And finally, this has been a doozy of a week, starting on Saturday with Little Mister vomiting all over me, a shopping cart and himself in the middle of Target! Stomach virus has been lingering over the majority of the family all week long (I missed Miss G's technicolor display while at church on Wednesday night. Darn!). I think we are starting to get healthy, though. (Quick, where is some wood I can knock??) This has been Little Mister's general point of view this week:
