Isaac turned 3 yesterday. 3! And, I can believe it. It's been a very eventful 3 years. Very. From the beginning, when were on medevac from Peru, living in my parents' house out of suitcases and waiting for his passport to now, it's been a whirlwind of a life. Thank goodness he's a great kid.
My first kid, was/is a great kid too, and I thought, an excellent baby. Turns out, he had nothing on number 2. Everyone told me to expect the worst. Good baby first time around = colicky, fussy, never wants to sleep baby second time around. Right? WRONG. Isaac was a perfect baby. Happy and good-natured almost all the time he was awake. Which wasn't often, because he slept A LOT. Really. Daily 5 hour and 3 hour naps and 10-14 hours at night from 6 weeks old on. I know, I know, that's not normal, but it was GLORIOUS. Simply, wonderful.
He is still an excellent sleeper. He cuddles up with his stuffed animal of the moment, his bolsa, and whatever blanket he is rotating through that week and drifts peacefully off to la la land. Sleep is important to me, clearly. I'm a great sleeper and I love that my kids have inherited that gene.
Isaac is a wonderful younger brother. He loves Caleb and wants to be wherever he is, doing whatever he is doing. Caleb is so patient with him and they always have fun together.
One of my favorite things about Isaac is the joy he derives from being in the kitchen. He never wants to be left out of food preparation and will happily mix, stir, fetch, empty, pour, scoop, and watch as often as he can. He's very curious about everything too. Just today, in fact, he was helping Kenny make chicken soup. From his usual position perched atop his black stool he surveyed the soup preparation and the contents of the big, red pot. Kenny told him he was going to peel the potatoes before putting them in the food processor. Isaac obviously misunderstood and a few seconds later asked, "Daddy, are you going to kill the carrots now too?"
He says funny things all the time. His vocabulary has just exploded recently, in English and Spanish and he loves to chat. Every time we ask Isaac why he's done something, he smiles and says, ever so sweetly, "Because I wanted to." It's hard to punish so cuteness, and luckily we don't have to very often. Time out is sheer torture for him and therefore an excellent incentive to behave.
I am enjoying all the one on one time he and I are having this year. I know I will miss him when he goes to preschool in the fall, but I am excited for him to learn new things and become the person he is destined to be. I miss my baby Isaac, but I love the person he is daily becoming and the joy he brings to my life. Every day is happier because he is a part of our family and I feel very blessed to be his mommy.
My first kid, was/is a great kid too, and I thought, an excellent baby. Turns out, he had nothing on number 2. Everyone told me to expect the worst. Good baby first time around = colicky, fussy, never wants to sleep baby second time around. Right? WRONG. Isaac was a perfect baby. Happy and good-natured almost all the time he was awake. Which wasn't often, because he slept A LOT. Really. Daily 5 hour and 3 hour naps and 10-14 hours at night from 6 weeks old on. I know, I know, that's not normal, but it was GLORIOUS. Simply, wonderful.
He is still an excellent sleeper. He cuddles up with his stuffed animal of the moment, his bolsa, and whatever blanket he is rotating through that week and drifts peacefully off to la la land. Sleep is important to me, clearly. I'm a great sleeper and I love that my kids have inherited that gene.
Isaac is a wonderful younger brother. He loves Caleb and wants to be wherever he is, doing whatever he is doing. Caleb is so patient with him and they always have fun together.
One of my favorite things about Isaac is the joy he derives from being in the kitchen. He never wants to be left out of food preparation and will happily mix, stir, fetch, empty, pour, scoop, and watch as often as he can. He's very curious about everything too. Just today, in fact, he was helping Kenny make chicken soup. From his usual position perched atop his black stool he surveyed the soup preparation and the contents of the big, red pot. Kenny told him he was going to peel the potatoes before putting them in the food processor. Isaac obviously misunderstood and a few seconds later asked, "Daddy, are you going to kill the carrots now too?"
He says funny things all the time. His vocabulary has just exploded recently, in English and Spanish and he loves to chat. Every time we ask Isaac why he's done something, he smiles and says, ever so sweetly, "Because I wanted to." It's hard to punish so cuteness, and luckily we don't have to very often. Time out is sheer torture for him and therefore an excellent incentive to behave.
I am enjoying all the one on one time he and I are having this year. I know I will miss him when he goes to preschool in the fall, but I am excited for him to learn new things and become the person he is destined to be. I miss my baby Isaac, but I love the person he is daily becoming and the joy he brings to my life. Every day is happier because he is a part of our family and I feel very blessed to be his mommy.
We've come a long way from this:
...to this:
Happy Birthday, Isaac!
5 comments:
Happy birthday sweet boy!!
Lins, I love all your updates!
Awwwwwwwwwwwwww! Happy Birthday to your adorable Isaac!
Whoa...such a good sleeper. Very impressive.
I love a man that knows his way around a kitchen!
So, did Daddy kill the carrots? ;)
So sweet. Happy Birthday to your little man!
I miss baby Issac too! Oh he is such a sweet boy.
~ Uncle Lane
Aww too cute! I think he looks a lot like you!
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