We went to Culvers for dinner one night. It's a midwest original that first opened their doors in Wisconsin (America's Dairyland) and they don't sell "hamburgers." No, no. They sell "butter burgers." The buns are toasted and buttered and oh so delicious. We also had deep fried cheese curds and frozen custard. Now I didn't want to ingest all those calories, it was the baby. She said (through a series of Morse Code kicks) that that's what she was craving and if there's one thing I know, it's: If baby ain't happy, ain't nobody happy!
Jake must truly be a saint to handle all the estrogen that was floating around in their house while I was there (Jenni, Scarlett, Siena, Jaide, me and baby girl FJ). Hopefully the next time I visit, Paul and Parker will be there with me to even things out a bit.























