Run for the Cure or Run from the Condition

I think I'm going to host a fun run to raise money to help find a cure for Norah's new condition. Not sure what the malady is called though. If I have a say in the matter, I think I'd name it Screaming Eaglitis or Baby Raptoritis. Andy's brother said it sounds like a Michael Jackson interpretation. Maybe I'll call it King of Popitits. And although I'd be raising money to help find a cure, most likely it would go toward increasing her wardrobe because I'm pretty sure I know the only cure for this condition--a larynxectomy.

Guess where we went

Hilary didn't want to blog because she is a bloggerfectionist. So I have to put hilarandious comments on our vacation photos so they ain't banal or bourgeois (spell checked) or don't cause the secretion of too many bormones.

I think the state of Idaho could make a lot of money by licensing it as Viagra falls.

Giddy up buckaroo



Norah could extinguish some forest fires with her faithful geyser of drool.

I would put more pics but blogspot takes too long to upload.

Norah: "Mom, He followed me home. Can I keep him?"
Hilary: "I already had a cow when I was a kid."