Cory called in sick to church on Sunday. Isaak and I packed off and went solo. Sacrament was actually awesome. He sat still-well kind of still. He didn't scream and we almost made it through the entire meeting. We headed for the hallway with only five minutes to spare. Smashing success. I went to drop Isaak off at Nursery, but he didn't want to stay. I left then they asked me to come back. He watched me like a hawk. I had to teach the last hour of church and I didn't want to have to take Isaak with me, so I was trying to decide if I should drop him back off at home or try to leave him in nursery. The nursery worker turned to Isaak and asked, "What do you want to play with?" He cuddled into me and said, "Mommy." I might have melted just a little bit. He must have been trying to butter me up for later when he was super ornery.
Dear Isaak, Happy Birthday my little guy! It feels like just yesterday that you were literally pulled out to come into this world. Yes literally with forceps around your little head because you accidentally faced the wrong direction or maybe you faced the direction you wanted to. You didn’t seem like you were quite ready to come out because you were just wailing--almost like you were saying, “You know--I was perfectly comfortable in there.” I’ve learned this year that you surely know what you want and you will not stop until you get it. For example when we tried to spend the weekend away from home and you didn't like sleeping in your playpen! You woke up every 1/2 hour to let us know you weren't comfortable. You finally fell asleep around 3am when we put you on the bouncer. Cory slept with his arm around you on the floor so you didn't roll off. You weren’t going to come easy, eh?? I remember pushing and pushing and pushing and thinking this isn’t going how I thought that i...
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