There is nothing like a full-out sprint at 1:30 in the morning

Jake cried out at 1:30 this morning and it wasn't one of those "I had a bad dream" or an "I'm thirsty" cries...it was a "Good God something awful is happening to me" cry. Lincoln and I both flew out of bed and went running into his room at a full-out sprint. I got there first and saw that Jake had a really bad nose bleed so I yelled for Link to grab tissues while I held Jake's nose and mouth with my hand. You gotta love parenthood. After I got it to stop Lincoln washed Jake up with a warm, wet wag while I scrubbed dry, sticky blood off my hands. Like I said....you gotta love parenthood.