Blame the baby. Not the one pictured above. The one that's been making me sick for the past 16 weeks. We find out if it's a boy or a girl on the 23rd. Anyway, we're back up and running and I should be blogging somewhat regularly again. Until Mid May, then everything goes to hell again.
World's most tired mom at the museum. They actually have an award for that. And I won.
On the train.
We missed the train in St Paul and had to drive to Tomah to catch up with it. The lady at the ticket counter was like, "How could you miss your train?" and I was like, "F-you, lady."