Becoming a Mother Afterall

So, we are trying to get better here. But this croup-crap stinks. I hope that my little one feels better soon. Along with the meds from the doc for her breathing, we are trying some herbal remedies with eucalyptus from a lovely Venezualan lady at my work.

Anyway, don't read too much into this and I will try to explain later. But have you ever known anyone that wasn't so honest on their taxes? (This could be a highly personal question, so you could just call yourself "Bob" if you don't want me to know you actually did it . . . hahahaha.) Were there any repercussions down the line? Have you ever known anyone that was audited?

Explanations forthcoming . . . .

Croup. Much coughing. Much snot. Two teeth in two days. No sleeping. Much screaming. Send help.

Remember this guy? I had a stuffed one as a kid with eyes that rolled around. He was my favorite.

His funny picture is on the top of Ainsley's diapers, so when Mike was changing her this morning, I heard him say, "Ainsley! Look at Elmo!"

I guess it is a good thing she doesn't know any differently yet!