I know I open each monthly update with, “I can’t believe how he’s grown!â€, but YOU GUYS. I can’t believe how he’s grown. Four weeks ago Isaac was still struggling to figure out how to crawl, perching awkwardly on his hands and knees and making the tiniest moves forward if I placed a toy just out of reach.
But then it suddenly clicked; he mastered his arm-leg coordination on a Saturday in early May and that day was one of the happiest he’d had in weeks – my dad and I watched baseball in the living room while Isaac zipped around on the floor, stopping every couple of minutes to contentedly play with a toy or read (err…chew on) a book. He reveled in his independence. Then tried to help himself to Grandpa’s chips and beer as a reward. FREEZE, kiddo!
Suddenly I had a fully-mobile child who can follow me around the house and pull on my pants leg while I’m washing dishes and attempt to crawl into the fireplace when no one is looking. He’s fast. And incredibly proud of himself.
Life is now a chorus of “Isaac, don’t go in there!†(said as he beelines for the fireplace) and “Isaac, that’s not for eating!†(said as he picks up Shane’s shoe by the front door) and “Isaac, no touching!†(said as he reaches for my beloved fiddle leaf plant) and “ISAAAAAAAC!†(said all the time, really). It’s exhausting. But the games of hide and seek are awfully fun. That smile, when he discovers me crouched behind the couch, make up for the tipped-over house plants.
He found Sister!
In addition to crawling like a big kid, he’s eating like a young buck – I’d been holding back on solids because of he wasn’t super-interested in them and was so prone to getting plugged up, but once my mom and I figured out that a steady breakfast of prunes and yogurt keep him regular, his menu has broken wide open. Baby boy loves avocados and cheese and especially little bits of grass-fed beef sausages (ok, they’re hot dogs!). He sucks down fruit and veggie pouches and pounds the bananas and strawberries like there’s no tomorrow.
His booster seat now doubles as a barber’s chair; Isaac’s hair was falling across his forehead and into his eyes, so my mom gave him his first trim last month while he sat not-so-patiently in his chair. He has some long wisps near his ears that are driving me crazy, but I don’t love the thought of wielding scissors so close to his lobes when he’s so wiggly – he might be getting his next cut in his sleep!
The only waking hours when he’s really still are when we’re out and about – he still loves the stroller and is typically very chill in his carseat. The shopping cart is a new favorite. Like his sister, he’s an excellent errand buddy.
Isaac started daycare at the beginning of May and has largely weathered the transition like a champ. A few tears at drop-off, but he seems to love being around other babies during the day and is all smiles when we pick him up. Man, he’s tired, though. Completely tuckered by 5pm, wanting to doze in my arms during Juliette’s soccer practice or grab a quick snooze in the Ergo during our evening walks.
Sometimes, though, the evening walks are all giggles.
And…the tidal wave of cute pics, starting with the sweetest of crib pick-ups.
Chair pics, of course.
And…just Isaac being Isaac. This boy is a handful and a half, but he really is such a cheery, fun-loving little guy.
Oh, Buddy. Friday mornings, after we’ve dropped Sister off at school and it’s Mama-Isaac time, make me so very happy.
Happy three-quarter birthday, Baby.
