At this point, Grayson wanted nothing to do with me. Neal was there to save her (apparently all Graysons need to be saved from Mommy). Neal let her lay down in our bed, which is a BIG no-no. He tried to convince me that she needed to lay there for a minute.
Well, "monkey see, monkey do...". I had to get Connor up in the bed too. Mind you, it is 3pm and my whole family is in bed. My bed. I missed my calling!
Grayson. She seems to have gotten over what ever it was that was ailing her.
Watch out, Daddy. She might cut circulation off to that little finger if you aren't careful!