I had my Friday night with daughter, son-in-law and of course granddoody. They have taken him off his nite nite bottle so this week has been rough for him. He was crying and we couldn't stand it so SIL told us to go take a walk, and we did.

Came back at least 1-1/2 later (Long friggin walk, I ached), and he was crying, so daughter couldn't stand it. She went in there and he jumped up in his crib, went to the side, pointed at the floor and said, "Kitty mommy!" And there was his nitetime buddy, his white kitty soft kitty toy.

Poor baby, wanted his kitty. So she sat with him for a bit, rocked, told him a story and told him it was nite nite and he went right down.

I woke up this morning, everyone else asleep, then heard horrible wretching sounds. Poor doody was vomiting. He vomited several times throughout the morning but finally quit. Has a low grade temp, a little snotty nose. When I left late today he wanted to hug me and blew kisses all the way out the door.

My babies.