Isaac...

...is seven and a half months old.
...has been introduced to solids. They have fallen in love and plan on running away together.

...crosses his legs at his ankles when he is relaxed.
...still loves a bath.

...needs a lot of baths.

...always kicks his legs when riding in his umbrella stroller.
...rarely keeps his shoes on for long. It doesn't stop me from trying.
...has "unacquired" a taste for Enfamil Gentelease formula, switched to regular formula, and now he farts like a Howitzer.
...likes to clap, mostly for himself.
...jabbers, mostly incoherently, although he says "ba-ba", "da-da", and "ma-ma" a lot. He's not referring to me, but I'll take it.

...has a lower voice than his brother. And his dad.
...laughs like Beavis and/or Butthead when he's doing something he's not supposed to.

...almost always has his tongue out.
...chews on stuff.

...loves to sing and dance and play the guitar and the drums.
...is as sweet as he appears in pictures.

...isn't crawling yet, but still gets around.
...is extremely ticklish, especially on his back and under his second chin.
...is very tolerant of his brother's antics.

...is insanely, disgustingly, melt-your-face cute.
...does, in fact, get grumpy on occasion. At least a couple of times a week.