Stairs

Well, Isaac made it all the way up the stairs by himself today. He made it half way yesterday, so I think he's figuring it out pretty quickly. I don't have a picture of it, but I thought I'd post it.

More toilet paper

Busted!
Here, want some?

Buried alive.

This time he didn't just pull it off the role, he ripped it into pieces.

Who could be mad at this face?

Shoes

Isaac doesn't quite understand the concept of using shoes to walk on. He seems to think that they are just chew toys attached to his feet.


He particularly likes the laces.

I wish I was this flexible!

Daddy the hair stylist?

I think maybe Daddy secretly wants to be a hair stylist.

Getting so big...

The boy is standing like a champ. He pulls up on everything and can walk around a room by moving from one piece of furniture to the next.

He also likes banging on and kissing mirrors and windows.

Playing with Kaylee

OK, for those of you who know Kaylee, you know how grouchy, ornery, and mean she can be. Since Isaac was born, she hasn't had a thing to do with him; she has stayed as far from him as possible. If he crawls anywhere near her, she takes off. She has not shown the least bit of interest in him. Which means I can draw only one conclusion from this moment...it must be invasion of the dog body snatchers.

I give up

So as hard as I try, it's almost impossible to keep the baby from chewing on the dog toys. If the dogs leave them laying around, it's just about guaranteed that Isaac is going to find them. It seems that rawhides aren't just enjoyable to dogs; babies seem to like them too. (I'm not sure why; the thought of it makes me gag.)