Still Sick

I was supposed to watch my grandson Merrick while my daughter ran into the big city. 10 o'clock sharp. I was also supposed to call first. I didn't call.

I showed up to find out that the little man had already thrown up twice this morning. OOPS!

I envisioned a reunion where we ran at each other in s-l-o-w m-o-t-i-o-n, and having him jump into my arms. "PA-PA...PA-PA!!!" Instead...I got a luke-warm greeting. Rather than attributing it to the fact that I deserted him to go to Florida for 8 weeks...I'm going with the fact that he just doesn't feel good. Yeah...that must be it.

He never, or rarely will let you hold him anymore. He always has to be on the go. But...here is is with his mama on the couch...covered up, and watching Dora, the Explorer. He's feeling a little punky...to say the least...but he still has those Paul Newman eyes.

A few other shots of the boy are on my FLICKR PAGE...along with 1 shot of a swan-muskrat discussion.