Isaac

Isaac is adorable. Loud, loud, loud, but adorable.

He loves this forbidden corner of Grandma's house and spends his time going between this, the fireplace screen, and the gate. His lifelong goal is to tumble down the stairs. That, and splash in the toilet.

I love how he's pointing to Grandma and Grandpa.

What a goof.

He's just started this new trick where he closes his eyes when we tell him to smile. I love that toothy grin.

Oh, those cheeks!

Isaac has lots of tricks:

• yelling
• giving 5 and ten
• "smiling"
• digging for people's belly buttons
• "where's your hat?"- he puts his bib or whatever else on his head
• peek-a-boo
• saying "da da" very happily
• crying "ma ma"
• playing "whack-a-mom" where he smacks my face with his little hands
• playing "snatch dad's glasses" where he grabs dad's glasses faster than the speed of light and then pokes him instantly in the eyes with them.
• pulling the doggies tails
• getting nasty looking bruises on his forehead
• removing his socks. I don't know how he gets them off in the high chair with no hands. He's gifted.

We have found that nothing can bring such happiness as Isaac's smile and laugh. It's like the sun is coming through the clouds. Nothing can bring such frustration as his yell. The thing with him is that they usually come within 5 seconds of each other. Super fun.

We love this kid.