You may think it would irk me that I have a perfect handprint on my nice clean jeans. You would be wrong. For those of you that know us you will know Isaac hasn’t been well lately, for those of you who don’t know us his appetite has vanished over the last 4 days.
It peaked this morning when he ate a singular cheerio for breakfast, that’s right, 1.
After a nap he got back up and was offered toast…he’s on his second slice. This little hug which resulted in a peanut butter hand print means things are changing, he’s getting better. This hand print gives me hope.