Tonight I heard Isaac talking after we had put him to bed, so I sat ouside his door to listen to what he was saying. I heard, "monsters are not scary", "monsters-they are just pretend". I love that kid.
Isaac and I had a little Groundhog Day celebration yesterday. He colored a picture of a groundhog (he's finally liking to color) and helped me make a little groundhog that pops out of a cup.
He loved playing peek-a-boo with the groundhog.
His finished projects.
After his projects he helped me make cupcakes and I decorated a few to look like groundhogs. The groundhog is made from an almond joy with candy as the face and ears. Isaac didn't help with these because I struggled to make them but I thought they turned out cute. Happy Groundhog Day everyone! (I never did hear if he saw his shadow...)
We took Isaac sledding for the first time on New Years Day. We went to my grandparents house and used the hill in their backyard. We thought it would be the perfect size for Isaac. He had fun and wasn't scared at all to go down by himself.
He did get tired of it quicker then I thought he would. He kept asking to go inside and we'd drag him up the hill for "one more time". I guess Shawn and I were more into it then he was.
This blog is mostly an excuse to show off our sweet little baby and do something with the hundreds of pictures we are taking. Shawn and I have been married since May 2003. In April 2008 our little miracle baby Isaac joined our family and now we wonder what we ever did without him!
Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth, Empty the dustpan, poison the moth, Hang out the washing and butter the bread, Sew on a button and make up a bed. Where is the mother whose house is so shocking? She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking!
Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue (Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo). Dishes are waiting and bills are past due (Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo. Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue? (Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow, But children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow. So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep. I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep...
"You rock a sobbing child without wondering if today's world is passing you by, because you know you hold tomorrow tightly in your arms." --Neal A. Maxwell