A foreign language...

Well, the Kerns are still learning how to speak "Evan." It was amazing...he was upset most of the day and evening, not eating well AT ALL (1.5 ounces at most, when he had been taking 4-5oz each feeding) and wouldn't tolerate being held, put down, or placed in his swing. This is all very unusual for him, as he really doesn't cry unless he's hungry.

Anyhow, back to the amazing part: He hadn't had a dirty diaper since Tuesday (3 days) and as soon as we gave him something for it (I'll spare you the details) he was instantly happy! The doctors office told us to wait until Sunday to intervene, but with his mood today I decided it was time for him to go! He then gobbled down almost 5 ounces and went right to sleep. I probably shouldn't have been so impatient, but he just wasn't himself. Paul commented on that when he got home, that he hadn't been himself the last couple days.

Tomorrow is the March of Dimes walk that we'll walk in to raise money and awareness for premature babies. I never really understood what it was all about until now, but they fund research and prevention programs and much more.

We'll be walking with Angie Winkler, who organized a team and raised money, as I just couldn't commit to doing it. But she's a great friend and has been touched by our little man's journey, so thank you Angie, very much!

I'm going to try to post more pictures, but sometimes it doesn't work. Good night and God Bless!