A Special Day

Bitty and I spent the morning on Sunday in the church nursery, and he was everywhere, from rolling down the ramp to reenacting "Paw Patrol" to working waffle blocks into train tracks. He gave hugs to all comers, especially his sitter, who was back from the beach. 

Then, after lunch and a nap, we went to the playground. It was crowded, and Bitty found a couple of little boys his age to wander around with for awhile. Then it was time to go, and my husband told him that we were having spaghetti for dinner as he was climbing up the twisted slide. Upon hearing that his favorite dish was forthcoming, Bitty declared that it was "a special day." 

That was neat.