Small Fry’s stay in the NICU is going on a little longer than we had expected. He’s coming right along, and things are going very well. It’s just taking a while to get him up to speed, which is okay. Like I said earlier, nothing is life-threatening and he’s right where he needs to be. Right now he just needs a little help that his Daddy and I can’t give him at home, so he has the best nurses, and some mighty fine doctors, taking care of him and keeping a very close watch over him.
We all thought he’d be home by now, and Poopsie just couldn’t hold out any longer, so she came for the day Wednesday.
She checked out his feet, because grandmothers have to do that.
We decided he was kind of like E.T., only his foot lights up instead of his finger.
Small Fry snoozed the whole time Poopsie was holding him, which suited her just fine.
After we left the hospital, we went to pick up Tater Tot from Parent’s Day Out, and Poopsie’s being there was a complete surprise. When he spotted her from across the playground, he ran toward her with reckless abandon and practically tackled her, yelling her name the whole time! She was equally thrilled to see him. Those two are as thick as thieves.
On the way home we stopped for ice cream, and when we got to the house, we sat and ate it on the front porch. Tater Tot showed Poopsie some of his new books, and then he showed her his new sandbox. He showed her the flowers that were growing in the flower beds. He was simply happy to have her here.
After we’d worn her completely out, it was time for her to leave. Tater Tot gave her a hug and a kiss, and then he hung that sweet little head and told her bye-bye.
It’s a good thing we only live an hour away from her.
Because Poopsie Time does us all good.