I was WRONG!!!!!!

I can't believe it! I was so sure! It's been over 24 hours and I'm still having a hard time getting used to the idea. I had no idea how sure I was until this has so rocked my mental picture of my future family. So much for "mother's intuition"!!



IT'S A BOY!!


I was SURE it was a girl! I knew Isaac was a boy, so I figured my gut instinct was pretty good--I guess not! We are perfectly happy with this news, just a bit thrown (since I have been calling poor little man "she" for months now). I even had my parents convinced...they were talking to Isaac about his "little sister". Poor Peanut...Paul says I've messed him up already by calling him a girl for most of his existence. I mean, I bought a couple of pink things, and I'm pretty sure I even had her name picked out. Now I feel like we are back to square one. Of course, the really nice thing is that...I won't have to buy many clothes! I'm already stocked on the boy things :-). (I will have to buy some things, since Isaac was born in the coldest part of winter, and this boy is coming in the hottest part of summer. A bit of a season difference there...) So here is the fuel we are adding to the fire. (Boys seem to hype each other up, while girls can calm them down. Hence, I came up with the "Are we having fuel or water?" analogy.)

Here is "Peanut Baby" as Isaac calls him. He was obviously very tired of his mommy calling him a girl seeing as how as soon as the tech found him on the ultrasound, he was flaunting his parts for all he was worth.

Waving "Hi"

This is his classic pose. He has done this at both ultrasounds (first one we had was at 12 weeks). He loves his right hand under his chin and his left hand up by his cheek.






More of the "classic" Peanut pose.

A bit of stretching--he has his arms and legs sticking out in front of him. I told him to enjoy the room while he had it, seeing as how soon he will be curled up in a ball for the remainder of his stay :-).

Isaac's Birthday

Isaac had lots of fun this year helping make his cake. Daddy took him to the grocery store and let him pick out whatever he wanted.

This is the "I really want to stir, but it's too loud!"



Licking the beaters is manditory!

Isaac did not have the patience to wait for Daddy--he decided it was ready for the icing now!

Sorry I'm so behind, but this is why...

Yes, there is someone in there! So on top of Isaac in the hospital, me being pretty sick for 3 weeks, Christmas, Isaac's birthday, and our anniversary (and all of that was just December and half of January!), we have had a lot going on! Anyway, hopefully everything will slow down a bit now, and I will try and post more of these cute pictures I have. Unfortunately, Paul has been unable to get our scanner to work. If he can, we will scan our ultrasound pictures and post those.

Christmas

This is what you get reduced to when you have a VERY long car trip. It was Christmas Eve, so I had a couple of presents that would be good in the car. We saved them until Isaac fell apart and was sick of doing everything else. Then we gave him a present.

The boy loves Playdoh!

Granddaddy got Isaac Lincoln Logs for Christmas--I think he enjoyed them more than Isaac did!

My poor hospital boy!

A couple of days after Thanksgiving, my poor little boy got pneumonia and was seriously dehydrated, so off to the hospital we went. Isaac's first IV :-(. He didn't like it, but the nurses commented on how well he did after they put it in. He cried a bunch, but I guess he didn't fight as much as some kids do. I think that might have been due to the fact that he was so sick, he just didn't have any fight in him.
His cute little hospital gown :-).

After several hours of fluids and antibiotics (and a good nap), Isaac was feeling much better. I decided to take some pictures. Isaac is loving the camera, and always wants to see the pictures of himself after I take them. This time he decided that he wanted pictures with all of his "woo-woo's". "Here Mommy, take a picture of Rosie. Mommy, take a picture of James. Mommy, Percy wants a picture, too." He thought it was a hoot--I was just so happy he was smiling and feeling better!

His face got quite swollen from all the fluids. The doctor told us that was normal.

Isaac's toy stash. He kept saying, "I wanna go home!" It was quite heartbreaking, so Daddy ran home while he was taking a nap and got him a bunch of toys to give him something to do while he was stuck in the bed with an IV.

This was bedtime and how they slept. I was pretty sick with a bad head cold, so Daddy said he would stay so I could sleep at home.

He had to sleep with a monitor on his finger, which he was not a big fan of.

"Big Boy Bed"

Isaac is sleeping in a regular bed now. I've been enjoying it because we can lay down with him, which is nice when he wants us in there and we're exhausted (we had to stand and lean over the crib--that was the pits). On the other hand, it hit me the other night that we no longer rock in the rocking chair, which made me sad to realize that a vital part of our bedtime routine no longer exists. My baby is disappearing before my eyes! He sleeps pretty well in there, but most nights he does come visit us in our bed.


They are so cute while they sleep!



This is how I found him during a nap one day. He still loves putting pillows on top of himself.

This is where you can often find Daddy (a.k.a. Isaac's sleeping buddy :-).

Goofball

This is what happens with a boy that can climb out of his crib and is too hyped to fall asleep. He got out and played until he fell asleep on the floor, surrounded by all his toys. (And boy, can this boy make a mess!)

Growing Up

Isaac took his nap today in his crib without the side attached (essentially, a three sided crib). He stayed in bed the whole time, and only fell out when Daddy when to wake him up (Daddy caught him :-). We are going to move him to the other room with a double bed hopefully at the end of this month. I can't believe he will be sleeping in a regular bed--when did he get so big?


My creative boy figured out that "woo-woo's" stick to the dog crate rather nicely.



We've been moving Paul's desk and office stuff out of the room that will be Isaac's. He has been really excited, trying to help us so we can hurry up and make it his room. I carried some of Daddy's cables down to expedite the process.




He loves getting into laundry baskets, boxes, containers, anything he can fit his buns into.

Random Goober pictures

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?

Slurping noodles.

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...

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.

The why's have started

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.