Growing

You've gotten so big. I can't believe you are almost two.

An adventure in cooking

Yesterday we made brownies! You had so much fun mixing them. But you only wanted to use the measuring spoon. (closer to the goodness I guess). It was going really well until you decided your hands would be better for mixing squishing the ingredients together. Next time I think we will make sugar cookies. That way you can squish and smash them all you want. :)

Love your way of doing things,
Mom.

Long time gone

I haven't posted anything here for a long time. I'm sorry. You are 15 months now. I don't know where the time went. You don't say much more than the "babas, dadas" . It worries me a little I won't lie. But you are still so smart. You understand what I say. You know the difference between open and close, on and off, and you know what be nice means when you are petting animals.

And as I'm sure you will know by the time you can read, you are the mist beautiful little boy. I sing that John Lennon song to you all the time. You might be sick of it by now. But I don't care. I'll still be singing it to you when you are a teenager.

Art

11 months

Art

11 months.



Art is very important to your father and me. This is one of your many finger paintings. I think it looks like a hedge hog. Your Nana asked if it was poo. lol. She was just joking of course. I can't tell if you like painting but I know you like squishing it around.

Box Boy

I don't understand why you love boxes so much. Big ones you can fit in or the tiny ones you carry around. It seems that if it is made of cardboard you are all over it. You have a tiny one you carry around with binkies in it that came with your piggy bank. This one held our printer. I like to think you see it as a treasure cave where you hide all of your favorite things. Markers, anything from the bottom drawer in the kitchen, and the plastic rings on your stacking toy.

Too big!

I looked over at you today and realized you are no longer my tiny little baby. You are practically a little boy. In just a few weeks you will a year old. A whole year almost over. It seems to have flown by so fast.

You have learned a lot. Already running before most kids are walking. I brag every day about how smart you are. As you can see you learned out to open your puffs and sneak them to Chewy when you think I'm not looking.

You also know when you are in trouble. You instantly start stomping on the ground when I take something you aren't suppose to have away. And run to your room after knocking something down.

I can't believe how big you are now. I want time to slow down but at the same time I can't wait to see who you will become.

I love you Isaac.
Mom