A post

I don't know where to start... In the past week we have moved, put on a wedding, said good-bye to Daddy, started living in a basement at a friends house, taken care of Marian and her brand new baby, went to Saginaw for Mother's Day, and continued to work full-time. Isaac is having a blast hanging out with his aunt Mary all day while I am at work. He has two bottom teeth and weighs a ton.

So to all of you who have called the "fatness" as a term of endearment....it's true. He's a fatty.