Mom brought us to Granny's to visit. Granny cooked lunch and we visited for a little while. I never cared for Granny's cooking, but something about the way it smells brings back fond childhood memories of when I'd sleep at her house. James has started feeling better, so he ran around the yard gathering flowers.
We picked up a nebulizer shaped like a fire truck in order to help James with his breathing and have some care-instructions and information in case of an emergency. I hope he gets better. My baby has been miserable.