JBB is pid-i-full

Oh, y'all. The magical fantastical grandparent weekend party has had to be postponed indefinitely. My precious and sweet firstborn is now stricken with a terrible stomach virus. Boo hoo.

When I went into school, he and his teacher were coming down the hall toward Pretty Girl's playground to see if I had arrived yet. His face was red and puffy, yet pale and ashen at the same time. She told me JBB sat down on a picnic bench, started crying and saying, "I want my Mommy" and then right away he got sick. Three times. Oh, how this breaks my heart, but thank you Sweet Teacher for taking such wonderful care of him.

We have experienced emesis all night long, and he is finally asleep underneath a Spiderman blanket. This is on the menu for tomorrowand the matinee feature is Bee Movie (thank you DVR).

The hard part is that I will have to hug and kiss and hug JBB some more, and then I will have to leave him in the (actually very capable) hands of Mr. Lipstick. Of course, I will call about a million times from work to check on him and hear his sweet voice, all the while anxiously awaiting that wondrous moment that this mean ole virus relinquishes its stronghold, and JBB wants to run through the house like a man on fire.



Here he is on a field trip (to a pumpkin patch, where else) earlier this week.Apparently his little girlfried is helping him navigate the buried tires. I hope he feels like making mayhem soon...