Ugh. Isaac is just over 20lbs and my back finally got tired of the abuse. I've been spoiled by his lightness and haven't paid any attention to how I was picking him up (the whole, bending over at the waist rather than the lifting with the legs, thing).
Sunday at church I chased him around the entire time (because he's walking really well now); he'd run down the aisle toward the alter, or climb up the steps to get in the baptismal font (he loves water and baths - I have some footage of him swiming . . . maybe I'll post that someday).
By Sunday night I couldn't stand up without my knees buckling form the pain.
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