ooooh that funny funny boy

I'm recovering, from that hellish delight known as the stomach flu. Yum. Try not to be too jealous. And remind me to thank Carlos yet again for getting the big V- I don't think I could handle throwing up for seven months ever again.

Yesterday I am trying to put on my shoes and had to stop to rest. Yeah. Anyway, my darling Nate asks:

"you sick?"
"no Love, mama's just tired and old"

to which my sweet replies

"you too old? I get new one?"

and then runs into our bedroom to explain to my husband that this mama is too old and he needs a new one. Carlos was too busy laughing hysterically with his face pressed in a pillow to comment.