We had a centerpiece of car seats and sleeping babes. Pretty sweet.
Little Mr. E is suffering from the snotty nose, drooling mouth, and projectile spitting up. The cold is new, the drooling will get worse before it gets better, and the projectile spitting up was for Nana's benefit. He was fussing a bit, so I put him on my shoulder and patted his back. His burp sounded like an adult and he must have upchucked a cup of liquid, mainly on me! It's a good thing that little stinker is so darn cute.
While Momma was gone from out table for a bit, I entertained him with the Bug's favorite toy at that age: Nana's cell phone. He liked looking at himself, and we even took a selfie. (There's a method to my madness. He watches himself in the camera, and Nana shoots the picture.)
Love that little guy! I told him since he was my favorite grandson that I have to be his favorite Nana. He agreed. He's not only handsome, he's smart, too!