Phew! Spent the day yesterday at the Job Fair distributing information on our agency. You’d be surprised just how tiring it is to sit on your bum (standing occasionally) to talk with people. Maybe it was all of the noise – maybe I am just still recovering – who knows? All I know is that I was “too poopad to poppa” as a little old Italian lady I knew as a child used to say.

The highlight of the morning was when I heard: “I see Nana, buddy, go get her.” And then the squeal that turns the heart of a grown Gramma to mush: “Nani!” Zay ran to me and climbed up into my arms gave me a hug and then said “Papa?” and looked around for Mr. Moose. Sigh! I know he loves me, he truly does. He just connects me at the hip with Papa and he had better, by golly, be close by whenever I am there. 😉

Papa came a bit later and the boy was tickled.

He also enjoyed getting a new little duckie

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and checking out the trooper’s finest.

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and then he was off again – our little whirlwind.

Sigh! Happy Nana.