Thursday night, 10-22, Jameson and I ventured to the airport to pick up my dad. Jameson didn’t sound so good in the back so I was taking the twisty-twirly ramp up to parking very slow with windows down. It didn’t help. Just as I parked, Jameson puked in the back seat. Poor kid. Luckily, I hadn’t put his jacket on yet, and he had his blanket in his lap, so not too much got on his pants. I stripped his shirt, and put his jacket on him. After some love, we headed for the elevator. We found our way around the airport and waited for my dad. I was telling Jameson to look for Grandpa Judd, but I think he was confused as to which Grandpa to look for. I saw dad come down the escalator and pointed him out to J-mo. At first he was a little unsure, and then he remembered and warmed up.

When we got home, Jameson and Dad had some tickle time.

After Jameson went to bed, Kevin and my dad spent way too much time showing off apps on their phones. In the end, this is how they ended up.

Really? Is this really what grown men do with their expensive toys?