Don't feel too bad for Margie here, folks. True, she is so exhausted that she can hardly keep her eyes open, yet she must until she knows baby has settled down and gone to sleep, but she is in heaven on Earth. That's where she goes whenever she gets to babysit Kalib.
Nothing is more wonderful to her than having this baby - this toddler - around.
Nothing. Not even me.
He is one-half Navajo, one-quarter Apache, one quarter the European mix that is me - but 100 percent Alaska Grown.
Good combination.