Here he is, Isaac. Once known as Cricket, sometimes as The Goat, Bobby, Buddy, Little Man. (I’m sure I’m missing some from his first year of life.) Two years old. A toddler. 2. So much changes from one to two! He has followed in his older brother’s footsteps, and always has lots to say. He’s a mover and a climber, not afraid of too much, a brute, (says Skipper), a lover, a hugger and a kisser, one with a full range of emotions that are all fully expressed throughout the day at different times. :)
Isaac. What does he love? Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. Other things…pealing the paper off of crayons. Dogs. Wrestling with Gabe. Hugging Digger or Seville. Playing hide-and-go-seek games with Daddy. He’s actually quite good, you know. Very good at being quiet while he’s hiding. Which is weird because he can be quite loud most of the time. Louder than the other three of us. We have no idea where he gets his pair of lungs from. Which reminds me. He likes to sing…loves music. Always has.
Food. Peanut butter and jelly…or, “lunch”, as he calls it. Oatmeal cooked with a banana. Juice! He’ll eat my Masoor Dal. Pizza is always a good dinner. Fruit bars!
Words of note. “Pell” = smell. “Poofvy” = smoothie. I guess the “sm” sound is a tricky one for him. So cute when he says those words though.
Birthday cake was baked by Daddy, frosted by Mommy and decorated by Daddy. It was Elmo. Simple birthday with Grammie and Skipper at their place. Pizza and cake and presents. Oh yes, he got a “hockitter” from Grammie and Skipper. If you can figure what that is, leave a comment. It’s funny!
Two. That he is. We love you Isaac Robert!!!