Happy St Patty Day

That pesky Leo the leprechaun struck again! I asked the kids the night before if they thought Leo would find us in Arizona. They looked at me like I was crazy. Not a moment of doubt from any of them. Although when Taylor read the note this morning she said "Leo's handwriting looks a lot like yours mom!" Someone is catching on. Leo left us some fun toys for the pool, which we have already used a couple of times.

However, St. Patty's Day was not want I had hoped it would be. Poor Easton. Turns out his shirt is NOT that lucky. He woke up this morning, struggling to breath again. He had caught a little cold at the beginning of the week and it turns out after his ordeal last month that little cold was too much for his body to handle and it attacked him in full force. I took him to the doctor that morning and they send me back to Cardon Children's Medical Center, where they took one look at him pale, lethargic, retracting, and decided on the spot to admit him overnight. UNLUCKY indeed. Fortunately, for us all he got to come home the next day. What a nightmare. Our poor little Easty, he is such a tough kid. He's really had a tough couple of months.