One year ago today...

...I made Dad take me on not one, but TWO long mall-walks (in two different malls) in a desperate attempt to evict Isaac. On the last walk I developed a shrieking evil pain in my lower back that made me cry in public and all the way home, which the nurses on the phone diagnosed as being Isaac's head in a bad spot. Interestingly, in an attempt to turn him around, I spent most of the rest of the day laying on my chest with my butt stuck way up in the air...the same position that now Isaac insists on adopting when asleep.