Someday . . .

I've been working on Dax's arrival story, but it's turning out to be hecka long because I don't want to leave out any details for journaling purposes. So in the meantime, just know that we are still here, and we have a super cute baby who finally fell victim to one of the many, many sicknesses we've been passing around here. I hate his cough! Makes me so nervous.

For those of you who have been wondering, keeping baby's gender a surprise is really fun. I'd do it again, and I totally recommend it. More on that later.

One more thing before I go . . . I thought I'd explain my little valentine because I'm not sure people understood it. Emmi is the only one who commented, and then I realized that she's also an English nerd like I am, so maybe "regular" people didn't remember the story of The Tell-Tale Heart. See how it's signed by Edgar Allen Poe? He's the author who wrote that story about the guy murdering the old man and hiding his heart in the floorboards. So see how it's funny as a valentine? :)