So, on Feb. 21st of last year, I had a baby boy. We did name him Johann Isaac. And people do pronounce Johann incorrectly. And he does go by Isaac. He was born at 33 1/2 weeks. He was 5 lbs. 1 oz and spent his first couple of weeks in newborn intensive care. Since then, he has caught up with both his weight and his development. He is just about the best thing, ever. He is almost always happy and loves to laugh. He has started trying to kiss me lately, which is very sweet, even if it is little gross. (Most babies try to kiss with their mouths open.) It is also neat that he will crawl over to me and want to be held. And that he will lunge out of other people's arms and into mine. Even if that doesn't make the other person feel great. :-)
We started looking for daycare centers, today. John has not been doing well for a couple of months now, so he can't watch Isaac or work in order for me to be home. We had been having family and neighbors watch him, but realized that people were getting burned out. Plus, I have $2000 in our flexible spending account that needs to be used this year, so we might as well.
I just wish Isaac could spend more time with me than with the daycare people. Oh well, whatcha gonna do?
