Last week Jake spent over 40 hours doing stuff with the scouts. I'm truly not exaggerating. It's exhausting for the both of us.
Plus, Roxy's favorite thing to do right now is to crawl and cry and fall down and cry and cry and the only thing that makes it better is to take her on a stroller ride.
So Saturday-freaking-morning, Jake (once again) has to do something with the scouts so I put Roxy in the stroller and push her around the neighborhood and pout that life has to be so stupid sometimes and then I come home to find that Everett had switched the laundry and was in the backyard picking up toys.
I may have cried a happy tear or two. I love that kid!