Amanda: Honey, when you pick up Elvis to put him on the bed be sure to do it like how you pick up a calf.
Amanda: You know, with just your forearms.
Jackson: No mama! Daddy doesn't have four arms, he has two!
You, me and that baby and that other baby. While I promise to never write about what I ate for lunch or about that dream I had last night, I cannot promise there won't be poop mentioned.