I was having a rough morning today with all four boys. Boston was being really naughty and would not listen to anything I told him, and Kole was fussy and I just couldn't figure out what he needed. I tried feeding him, rocking him, burping him, you name it I tried it, and nothing could console him. I was really getting frustrated so I called Jared to tell him what was going on to see if he had any advise and he really didn't tell me anything I hadn't already tried....so I hung up the phone almost in tears and really frustrated over something that probably wasn't that big of a deal...I just was kinda loosing my patiences (I know big shocker huh.) 30 minutes later I was still up standing in the living room rocking Kole when I heard a knock at the door....who could it be? My dear sweet husband with treats in hand. He had run over to DQ and got me a hot fudge sundae, and some french fries with fry sauce ( two of my biggest weaknesses). As soon as he opened the door I started crying.....too funny. I love my sweet hubby. He always knows just what to do and say to cheer me up.