Swingin'

Evan likes to scream.  Loud.  On Monday (which of course was a day off for the holiday) he decided to start screaming around 11 am.  He was so frantic all day that he wouldn't sleep and he barely ate anything.  I busted out all 5 S's to no avail.  Evan decided this round was going to him.

Enter Michelle.  Around 9 o'clock at night, our good friend Michelle came over (by herself, via cab) lugging the largest swing ever known to man.  She calmly ignored his wailing, rolled up her sleeves, and got to work putting it together for us.  We were a little skeptical given the lowest speed was equivalent to warp speed, but after 9+ hours of crying...we were willing to try anything.  The result...Evan passed out in the swing for over 5 hours of sleep.  It's the little victories that are important now.  Michelle, they should write songs about you.