An actual baby! Who lives here! He's very cute, and he's wearing feetie pajamas because he doesn't have any silly wires or sensors on him.
The nurses loaded us up with everything Isaac needs for the first couple of days. He has all of his prescriptions, including one which has all the standard warnings about not mixing it with alcohol or operating dangerous machinery. That kind of kills off Isaac's plans for the weekend. No whisky-fueled forklift races for him.
Gracie has sniffed at him, but found him boring and went off to do something else.
So far so good, although eventually he'll wake up.
