eighty four years of beautiful age

This is probably one of my favorite things that she does.  When the girl needs a rest, she doesn't hesitate to take one. 

Our beautiful nanny turned eighty-four and celebrate we did. First, at lunch. And then, at my parents house. There can never be too many ways to honor such a wonderful woman. And to watch her great-grandchildren help her blow out candles (and try and open her presents after convincing them to give them each their favorite colored balloon) was the sweetest. 

Took love bug to the doctor's to make sure the ear grabbing, vomit and diarrhea weren't another ear infection. All clear!  

Now if only those teeth will pop through so she can go back to sleeping through the night. Poor girl. 

Our first babe.