Ok, I confess, I am no longer worried about going in order. You get what you get when I get too it. As I was putting this post up, Paul put Isaac in bed. He was crying so I went in to check on him and he was standing at the door. I asked Paul if he had just left him in there; he said "No, I put him in bed." So the boy has gotten quite good at getting himself out of bed. I asked Isaac how he did it, and he gave his typical "I don't know" response. So I put him in bed and asked him to show me how he got out--and I'll be darned if it wasn't quite a graceful dismount. I was very impressed with how well he did it. I'll have to try and get video of it and post. But for the time being, here are a few random pictures of the monkey boy.
My little old man mowing the "grass".
Why do kids like to sit inside their toy boxes?
Standard "fell asleep in the stroller" pictures.
He likes to pull pillows or whatever on top of him when he sleeps (that is Eeyore, by the way).
He loves to get in the dog crate.
And this morning he decided he wanted to get in the bath to play with his trains...
Isaac loves his trains. He goes through fazes, but when he's really into them, he takes them everywhere. They have to read with him, bathe with him, sleep with him, eat with him, go potty with him (you get the picture). He is getting more creative with them by the day.
For those of you that don't know, this is James, Winter Thomas, Rosie, and Percy.
This was my favorite. One day he put a bunch of them on the table (about 10 of them) and gave them each a cracker. Unfortunately, by the time I'd gotten the camera, he had moved most of them, so I didn't get the really good picture of it.
Here is the one left on the table.
Why he likes to eat on the step stool, I have no idea. He loves to use it as his own personal table.
Anyone who knows Paul and I from childhood (or has heard the stories about us) knows that we both asked "Why?" to everything. So I went into this whole parent thing with my eyes open--realizing that we might have the most inquisitive kid ever. I did think that we would have a bit longer before he started, (until he was 3 maybe?) but, alas, it is not to be. It seems to be like walking...now that he has begun, it just accelerates. "Isaac, can you put your trains up?" "Why, Mommy?" "Isaac, can you come hand me that book?" "Why, Daddy?" So far he still does almost everything we ask, but while he's in the process, he asks why it's necessary. Paul and I have held up pretty well, in that we have not yet resorted to "because I told you so," but I have a feeling that one is coming.
I try to always include pictures for everybody, so here you are. In the packaging for one of his trains, Isaac found this brochure that lists all the trains they have for sale. He loves to "read" it as if it were a newspaper. It amazes me that pictures of toy trains can hold his attention so long.
Two months and no post--I apologize. It's been crazy around here. We had a tragedy in the neighborhood, our good friends moved away, and my parents came to visit. I feel like we're just getting out feet back under us, so I will try and catch you up on what we've been doing. Isaac, following in his mom's footsteps, is turning into a fish. He loves all things water.
He's not really allowed to splash in the bathtub, so when I told him he could splash to his heart's content in the pool, he went nuts.