Hunt is crying it out, I am crying and Jase is frozen in the hallway. We are all afraid to move. Afraid any change in setting will prolong this horrible thing we know we have to do for the health and well being of our family. She uses her unbelievable powers of stinking adorableness to bend us to her will (see above). We made a pact that it ended after Christmas travels. And then she caught a cold, so we extended it until she healed. She spent the past three nights in her own bed, dusk to dawn, and I only had to pick her up and nurse her 27 times.. Tonight, she was cut off the dole. Twenty minutes of crying. We are all still alive. We all still love each other.
