Life seems to be flying by right now. It might have something to do with two active kiddos who like to, "Go, go, go!" It's hard to say. I've been writing blog posts in my head for months, usually around 2 in the morning when I'm up with Isaac. Yes, the Isaac who just turned 11 months old. No, he's not sleeping through the night yet. So maybe life isn't flying by as much as I'm just sleepwalking through it. Yeah, that's about right.
Whatever the case, these two boys are adorably awesome . . . and awesomely adorable! And they do seem to keep me busy. So I'm just going to update on their cuteness and fill the rest of these lost months with tons of pictures. Those really do the talking anyway.
Isaac is now working on his ninth and tenth teeth. And I do mean working, as he likes to BITE when he's teething. The proof is on my arms, and chin, and fingers, and pretty much anything he can get in his mouth. He still loves to play peek-a-boo, says and waves "Hi," and is becoming quite the noisy little boy. He's moved on from saying "mama" all the time to favoring "DADA! DADA!" It has increased in volume and excitement. He's also trying out "baba," although I'm not sure if he really knows what it means. I weaned him a few weeks ago, so he does get bottles now and actually might be saying that one. He saves "mama" for when he's really cranky and I can't pick him up. Then he follows me around crying until I can save him. Such drama for such a little guy.
He is still as adorable as ever, and I am still amazed at the number of people who comment on his cuteness. I get stopped several times whenever we are out for people to ohh and ahh over his cuteness. He's still super social, but is definitely starting to feel a bit of stranger danger when new people are around. He'll be friendly as long as I'm holding him or close by. He is also so close to walking! He cruises everything-couches, tables, any furniture, toys, walls-everything . . . even me. He loves to hold on to my legs and walk around with me while I'm trying to make dinner in the kitchen. It's adorable, but does slow down the process a bit. Isaac can actually take a step, and he can stand for a full minute (at least!) on his own, though he doesn't seem to know it. I'm over the crawling and ready for him to walk. It's much cleaner!
Plus, I don't think he could get into more trouble than he does already. He's discovered opening all the cupboards, and already decided the ones will glass bowls and vases are his favorite. Looks like we may have to childproof our house after all, Eli never got into that stuff! Now, as for his not sleeping through the night, I admit it's partially my fault. But Isaac's had constant ear infections that it's hard to have him cry it out when he might be sick or in pain. But that is all coming to an end! He'll be getting tubes in his ears on August 10th, then we'll let the screaming begin! I am determined to have him sleeping through the night by the time he is one. This getting up twice a night because he wants to eat is getting a bit ridiculous . . . and I'm getting A LOT cranky. So really, it's in the best interest of the family that we do this. Honest.
Now for Eli, the one who does actually sleep through the night, just not always in his own bed. Since I've been sick and exhausted and not sleeping and pregnant. Yes, I'm pregnant, did I mention that? Well, since then, I've been pretty much passing out at scripture time. And Eli's been right there with me. I think Mike figures he might as well let sleeping babies lie, so we've been having slumber parties in our bed on many nights. When you're desperate for sleep, you don't really care about these other things.
Eli is getting so tall, and smart, and grown up! He is just hilarious to be around and talk to all day. And in the last couple months he's gotten into the "Why?" stage. This, while wearing at times, really is fun. It makes me have to think about how to explain things, and I really just love that he wants to understand the world around him. But when the questions don't end even after the explanation I say, "Why do you think, Eli?" And he laughs and says, "I don't think, Mommy!" He sure is a silly boy.
He is full of energy, too. There is a reason he stays so thin . . . and strong. He just doesn't stop moving. It's killing him that the summer is so hot. He is desperate to go outside and play. We can't wait for the cooler days of fall so we can go on walks again and spend our mornings at the park. We might also need a pool in the backyard too. He is still a little shy, but is definitely coming out of his shell more, especially with other kids around. Not so much with adults, he'd prefer not to talk to them. And I think that's just fine. I don't have to worry about stranger danger as much just yet.
As always, Eli is still in love with cars. All cars. We spend our days playing cars, racing cars, watching cars, talking about cars, and cleaning cars up. I don't think this kid will ever have enough cars. He just loves them, and he's learning a lot about them too. It's pretty funny that a three year old can identify a Ferrari and Lamborghini, loves to find Mustangs while we drive around, and can tell you if a car has an engine in the front or the back. I'm sure he knows much more than that, but my car knowledge is limited here. He still loves the British show Top Gear and now knows the three hosts names. I'm not sure that's a good thing, but it's his favorite show. He won't watch a lot of kids shows, "Because they're too scary for me. I need to watch Top Gear." His words. So cute.
Eli and Isaac absolutely love each other. Isaac is learning to love cars just like Eli does. He actually drives them around and makes a little "brrrrrrrrrrmmmm" noise like Eli does. They are still a three year old and eleven month old, and Isaac almost lost a tooth because of that last night. Sharing isn't something they've totally figured out yet. But there really is no doubt they love each other, even if boys will be boys at times.
Now, for that comment I made above. It's true. I'm bringing out the Irish in me . . . as in Irish twins! Baby #3 is due February 16th, which means we'll probably have the c-section a week earlier than that. So he and Isaac will be just over 17 months apart. Phew! That's a little close! We are all excited, although my excitement shows through in vomit, exhaustion, and overall discomfort. Once this morning sickness goes away (you know, once the baby is born) I'll feel much better. Yay! And yes, we are calling baby #3 a he, because we don't know any different right now. Are we hoping for a he, yes, but are we also hoping for a she, yes. I know boys. I have boy stuff. It would be easy. But this is probably our last kid, and it might be cool to have a girl too. She would have awesome big brothers, and would probably help keep them in line too. So really, we just want a healthy little baby. And no more morning sickness. But we'll take the healthy baby over all else.
