This is Mr. Isaac. I kind of LOVE him!! He is four months old today and this post is 100% shameless gushy blathering that completely ignores cranky days like last week where the annoying construction guys behind us woke everyone up two hours early. Unashamed doting.
I no longer have to sit on the floor or an uncomfortable motel couch to nurse the poor guy. Now we rock in the $40 glider I found on craigslist in his beautiful (almost finished) nursery and sometimes he falls asleep in my arms. I love it when his relaxed little sleeping face imaginary nurses. I love it when he presses his lips together and raises his eyebrows in a very cute, very un-baby face. I love it when he stretches his tiny limbs in all directions like a starfish. I love his whole tiny face shining with a glowing smile. I love it when people in the grocery store/on the fishing pier/fixing the sewer line contort their faces and babble silliness to get Mr. Isaac to smile.
I love watching his fascination with his musical mobile. I love folding laundry on top of him. I love how his little fist closes over his stuffed animal as he falls asleep. I love how at Bible study or church he sits quietly in my lap (for now). I love how enraptured he was with Megamind and how he cackled with laughter when Chris made him dance to Michael Jackson’s “Bad” at the end.
Isaac LOVES having his diaper changed and coos and laughs and smiles the whole time. Same with bath time. Same with changing outfits. I reward myself by changing his outfit often and trying to match my baby-cessory to myself. I love it when I put him to bed and he tries to cry, but he’s so sleepy his little cries fade into coos and he ends up singing himself to sleep after a couple minutes. I love how he looks up at me with huge, trusting, joyful eyes, oblivious to anything bad. I like watching him learn.