sidenote:

I've been feeling guilty since I've posted about lumping Isaac into the category of behaviour that I earlier depicted. If you know him at all, you'd know that he didn't belong there. The only grief that he gave during that whole doctor ordeal was crying twice: once when Natty hurt him, and the other time when he fell off the ledge and hit his head in the play area. Can't fault a little guy for that.



He's a shining light, that boy. I love them both desperately, but Isaac... Isaac is a different breed that the good Lord above knew that I would need just about now.

Amen.