Our Little Pickle Jar

Have you ever asked your spouse to open a jar of pickles for you? Only to have them not be able to open it and return it to you with a, "Jeez, is that thing glued on?" Then you decide to have one more crack at it and you hear that wonderful "pop", as the seal is easily broken and the lid comes off. Well B is our pickle jar. Jeff (bless his heart) can spend an hour walking him around at night and nothing, he is just as awake as can be. Then, he hands him off to Mommy, and I walk him two rounds around the house and a little in his room and bam, he is down for the count. Speaking of, here is a recent pic of our little pickle jar.