Gwamma, Gwamma

Yesterday Nate was sick with Strep throat and missed school. Jake had never taken the bus home by himself, so Grandpa and I went to pick him up after school. We had a few things for them so we hung around for a while. At one point I had all 3 boys on my lap. Heaven. When we were getting ready to go, Max kept on saying "bye". I know what he really meant was 'I want to go with you'. I pretended I didn't understand, and opened the door to leave. He yelled "Gwamma, Gwamma." It was the first time he called me by name except when he was 'parroting'. Yippee. I went back in, kissed him and opened the door a second time. This time he slammed the door behind me! I left laughing out loud.