Merrill

When I was young, for some silly reason, my boogers were named Merrill. Merrill would come and live in my nose for the winter until my mom would make me blow him out. Okay that is really gross. I am sorry for the image. Well Norah, sweet Norah. She has caught the case of the Merrill's. I'm pretty sure it's croup. Hoping to nip this in the butt before it gets any worse! This afternoon we spent some time in our in-home steam room aka the bathroom with a steamy shower going. Move on out Merrill!