I Think Christmas will be Fun.

We got a package from Grandma W. yesterday!  

Wahoo!  He was very excited about his present.

 

He was having trouble.

So I told him to Rip it!

I think he thought I said "Lick it."

But he eventually did get it open. 

(Not by licking it.)

Books!

Read it, Ababa!

Thanks, Grandma!

D is for Dinosaur

Rooooaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrr!

They made these dinosaur hats in daycare.

Very cool.  :)

News and Updates.

I was noticing the other day that Isaac keeps looking older.  I am not sure how this happens, as I specifically included in his contract that he was supposed to stay my Little Boy forever.  :)  I have also noticed that I have been very bad about taking pictures lately.  It doesn't help that he makes it a point not to look at me when I have a camera pointed at him, but I haven't really put forth that much effort in this department lately.  I shall henceforth expend more energy in the photo-documenting of young Isaac's life.  (Maybe.) (Ok, Probably.) (Sigh.) (We'll see.)

Furthermore, I decided against running the Half Marathon.  (which I would have done today instead of writing this.)  I trained (fairly) regularly for the last 12 weeks, and am definitely in better shape than when I started, and of that I am at least mildly to moderately proud.  However, my intentions in signing up for the race were more social than athletic.  I was hoping to meet and run regularly with a small group of ladies who were planning to all run it together.  This, sadly, did not ever come to fruition, and I decided, after much ado (indecision being one of my more developed spiritual gifts) that I did not feel like driving 2+ hours and paying for a hotel to run very very far, once again, by myself.  (Hey, it was worth a shot, and no hard feelings.  It just didn't work out like I thought.) And once I decided not to run, I felt slightly like a quitter, but mostly relieved.  I was more nervous about it than I thought.  So, instead, John and Isaac and I spent the day (thus far) being very productive.  Being productive, and checking many things off my To Do list, are among My Favorite Things.  (Despite their regrettable omission in the song of the same name.)

Lastly, I have been neglectful of my blog of late.  This mostly being because of our very sketchy and intermittent internet access over the last few weeks.  Don't get John started on this topic, lest he regale you with his hatred of all things M*diacom.  For now it is working, however, and I should stay on topic lest the internet again be out of my grasp by the time I get done rambling in blog form.

Now, without further ado, I do have a few pictures of Isaac.  For all you Grandmas out there.  :)

I think he is feeling very sneaky there sitting on the coffee table and getting away with it.

But I thought I would use any opportunity to catch this sweet face.

Before he decides to stick out his tongue...

Some Local Faves.

Recent favorite Phrases heard at our House:

a-Doonin, Mommy?  (What are you doing?)

Why?   Often this follows "A-Doonin?"  (So far he doesn't really mind what sort of answer you give him, but I anticipate this becoming more complicated as time goes on.)

Aye-yet!  (Not yet!)  As in, "Nah-night not yet."  Or "Potty Not yet."

And tonight I was going to go for a run, but then it was starting to rain when I got outside, and the weather radar looked less than inviting, so I decided I'd wait and run on the treadmill later.  I had already told him I was going to go running, (you know, when he asked what I was "a-doonin") so when he got done eating, and I was still sitting there, he pointed to the door and demanded "Mommy, Run!  Now!"  Haha.  Guess he's worried how I'm going to fare at the Half Marathon on Saturday.  (Which is poorly, I assure you.  I just hope to finish without dying of a heart attack.)

How Many Days?

How many days do you need to be dry before you are considered 

"potty trained?"

I think we must be getting close.  :)

9 months

Happy nine months to my little boy!

So thankful and proud to be your mommy.

and wondering... where does the time go?

All Wrapped Up

We were looking for a nice bag from the stockpile to use for Aunt KC's shower tomorrow.  This one was deemed too smooshy to use again 

Yes, my stockpile is all from gifts someone here received at some point, because, hey- why not?!) 

so it became the great toy of the day.  

First he sat in it, but kept falling over.  

Later Aunt Amber cut leg holes, so he could walk around wearing it.

Finally, the bottom all ripped out, but it was still good fun.

So fun, it wore him out, apparently.