Still can't slow her down. Well...

Bethany made cinnamon buns last Saturday. That recipe book may have been the best Christmas present we ever got her.

On the other hand, she had a headache this afternoon. So she's laying on the couch crying "Help me Daddy" and Joel is crying "I don't want Bethany to die. She's so good to me" and Hannah is fussy. Karen is stressed and I really don't know what to do. So I wolfed down my supper (while listening to Bethany call for me) and took Bethany upstairs. She laid down in our room and I read to her. Finally I put on some quiet music. She had a couple bites of supper and drifted off to sleep. Finally I carried her to her own bed. What a night!