Isaiah's panties

This is what our sweet boy looks like first thing int he morning and I love it! Rosy cheeks, hair all crazy, and lots of quiet smiles.

The other day I was at Kohl's shopping for a certain undergarment. Isaiah was riding in the little shopping cart thing playing with his toys. I was browsing through the racks and didn't realize Isaiah could reach as far as he could from the cart. I looked down to check on him and heard myself saying "Isaiah, take those panties out of your mouth!" He'd grabbed a zebra-stripe, hot pink trimmed thong and, like everything, it went straight to his mouth...It was a little awkward.

Yesterday I was feeling all sorry for myself. It's been a busy month--I've been doing lots of taxes, it's my month for Sharing Time (which I spend way too much time and stress on), and to top it off we had to speak in church today. I just haven't had any down time. Then Jerel's dad called and told us two nieces have RSV, a nephew has pneumonia, another nephew was on his way to the hospital with bad stomach pains, and another niece (Isaiah's twin cousin Jocie) was in the hospital with a broken leg! I guess we don't have it so bad after all.

Zay's Many Faces

This one says "Hey, whatever's over there looks way more interesting than what's going on here."

This one is "My hair sticks up in back just like Daddy's."

"Who needs toys when you have such fascinating hands?"

"Just eatin' my carrots"

"This is the first time I've ever seen a black man...I think I'll just stare and stare and stare..."  (It's one of my tax clients, who was very good natured about Isaiah's combination of curiosity and lack of exposure to any sort of diversity.)

"There's those fascinating hands again!"

"Oh no!  I'm gonna roll!"

and finally...

"Enough already with the picure taking!"

Someone's getting wrinkly

And it's not Jerel (even though today is his 37th birthday!). Last night I was feeding Isaiah and he was just not being a cooperator. I got really frustrated with him and Jerel ended up feeding him. Then I felt bad for getting frustrated with a little baby (and such a cute one too) so when I put him in the bathtub I decided I'd let him stay in for as long as he wanted to. Usually Jerel gives him fun baths but when it's my turn he gets a boring 5 or 10 minutes of soaping up, rinsing off, then out. He loves baths so I thought this would be a good way to make up for my earlier impatience.

When we go to the Olive Garden and they offer the freshly-grated parmesan, Jerel always lets them keep going and going. I think he's trying to figure out just how much cheese they will give him if he doesn't tell them to stop. I always sit there watching thinking "this is sure getting long and awkward...I hope the waiter stops soon." That's how it felt watching Isaiah in the bath. It just kept going and going with no sign of stopping. I kept hoping he'd start crying and want to get out. I had to put warm water in 3 times because it kept getting so cold and I didn't think hypothermia would be a good idea. After a while I even took out all of his toys thinking that would make him so bored he'd want to get out, but I forgot that Isaiah's favorite toys are his hands and feet and I couldn't very well take those out of the tub. Well, Isaiah won this one. He stayed in for an hour and eight minutes!

As kids when we visited my grandparents in Arizona we always wanted to stay in the swimming pool for hours on end. But the rule was that once your fingers and toes got wrinkly you had to get out. One time one of us (I'm sure it wasn't me, I'd never be so insensitive) asked my grandma how she knew when she should get out since her fingers started out wrinkly...Anyway, as you can see in the picture Isaiah was well past the beginning stages of wrinkliness...even his pinky toes were wrinkled!