Saturday, March 26, 2011

Isaac... 9 months and 9 days old. occasionally the grumpy one. usually a sweetheart.

...wakes up at 5am, no matter what time he goes to bed, usually with a stinky diaper.
...makes boy noises. loud. No, I mean like, really really loud.

...should be hired to do the baby version of the "WWWAAAAZZZZUUUUUPPP???" commercials.

...loves kiwi, deli turkey, applesauce, mum mums, chicken nuggets, mandarin oranges, cheese, yogurt, blueberry waffles, macaroni and cheese, pasta, peaches, and hot dogs.

...would survive solely on Gerber Graduates Lil' Crunchies if I would let him.
...makes a mess when he eats.

...does a great "white trash baby" impression. If only onesies came in a "wife beater" version.

...still has no teeth, still acts likes he getting 'em.

...loves to play in water.
...makes hilarious faces.

...likes to rummage through trash cans.
...hears the word "no" more and more often these days.
...has an athletic build.
...wears 18 month clothes.

...outgrew his infant car seat, but LOVES his new big boy one.
...can crawl on carpet, but has a hard time on hardwood.

...loves to swing outside.
...dances and sings when he hears music.

...can pull himself up to stand, but doesn't do it often.

...hasn't found a sippy cup that he loves.

...has started to hold his own against Alex. A will rue the day he picked on his giant little brother.
...has no greater joy than spending time with his brother.