What a gift

Amelia had her birthday party pt. 3 tonight and I can't really say it went exactly as planned. I mean, there were gifts, family, a cake, etc. However, I suppose the one thing I naively didn't plan on was racing into Urgent Care to treat Amelia's 3rd bout of Croup in 2 months. Apparently, when you only have 8 minutes to get to Urgent Care before they lock the doors for the night, it is okay to speed, honk your horn, look homeless (me), and have icing on your forehead (Meggan). The good news is this time there was no mention of going to the Emergency Room. The bad news is now we are back on 'roid rage alert, which I'm pretty sure is either going to stunt her growth or give her a 5 o'clock shadow.