Dad: Yes, Everett?
Everett: Could I use your saw? Not your chainsaw just your saw.
Like her brother and sister before her, this girl will only sleep in my arms when she's sick. The result is a very tired mama, still in jammies, typing this post with one hand while we rock and rock and rock.
Also noteworthy, I haven't managed to brush my teeth yet today but finished off some coffee ice cream. You know, for nutrients.