What's in a name?

This week I got to decorate my cubicle with art made for me by my daughter. It's the big, colorful "a" that actually has my entire name intertwined through it.

Too bad Michael has so many letters or he'd probably have one, too. Rosie, for whatever reason, prefers Michael instead of Mike.

She is starting to call us Mommy and Daddy a little more. Not that it really matters. If she keeps calling me Amy, maybe I will be able to fool people into believing I'm 25 and she's my little sis. ;-)