April 28th, 2006
New Cousin!
Isaac is a very happy baby indeed, as he now gets to welcome a new cousin:
Gabriel Richard Page
born April 27, 2006
7:50 a.m.
8 pounds 10 ounces
21 1/2 inches
Cool!
April 19th, 2006
The Passover Crunch
Before Easter, of course, we had Isaac’s first Passover, with guests Ann, Dan, Sadie, George, and Dawn:
And here is Isaac engaging with his first taste of the Bread of Affliction:
And here are Isaac and Sadie reveling in the Matzo:
April 19th, 2006
The Easter Dance (and upgrades)
The Easter Dance, as performed by Isaac and great-uncle Mark, April 16, 2006.
(That link will go to the Gallery page, from which you can load the movie. It’s in Quicktime format, so make sure that’s loaded.)
So he’s teething for real these days, maybe. Oddly enough, he’s also sleeping through the night now, mostly. Were there no tooth issues afoot, he’d be sleeping through the night regularly now, and we had him in that mode for a good two weeks before what we suspect is real, honest-to-the-Tooth-Fairy, teething kicked in a few days ago. He’s also sitting up by himself for longer and longer periods of time, and playing with ever-changing rotations of toys. Awesome.
Browse around for April’s photos — and Dad has also fixed (read: upgraded) the Gallery software, so the whole of 2006 is back up and running now. Next on Dad’s techie list is to futz around with the random image display on this here blog.
Oh, and we have a few new contenders for Cutest Picture Ever:
April 4th, 2006
Seven!?!
So. Dude. You’re seven months old.
Whoa.
A few months back, you learned how to turn over. That didn’t apparently do much for you back then, since it happened about 4 times, then you stopped. Until now. When you flip yourself over almost every night! Cool, yes, but you haven’t quite mastered rolling back onto your back … so you get confused, and cry. Or sometimes, just fall back asleep. It’s impossibly cute, really, so the waking-up-the-parents part kind of washes by.
We’re now noticing that the “learn-something-early-decide-it’s-boring-until-a-few-months-down-the-road” tendency is strong with you. The rollovers are one big example, but another seems to be eating, or more specifically, feeding yourself. A few weeks ago, eating your dinner, you started grabbing the spoon and guiding it into your mouth. Encouraged, Mom and Dad hustled out and bought some L’il Dippers, which you took to pretty much immediately.
For three days.
After which, nothing. I mean, I love giving you food and stuff, but it was odd how you went from demanding the spoon with which to feed yourself to just letting me do everything again. I expect this will reverse once again in about a month.
You also talk, all the time, now. And you sound like your friend Sadie (when she was a few months younger, granted) oddly enough. Or not … I mean, you’re in day care with her for long periods of time, so why wouldn’t it rub off? We love it, because mow we get a running commentary on playtime:
“BLAHblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahBLAH.” Or “Mamamamamamamadaaaaadadadadadadahaaaaaat.” “Flaaahhhhhhgg”
Or, like this morning, “Hot.” (Kind of) What are you, the 1980s? Too young, I say!
I should mention that the infamous peas (see below) are now chowed down with gusto, along with green beans, pears, peaches, apples, squash, prunes, sweet potatoes, bananas, and rice cereal in ever-growing quantities. We also tried both organic rice cereal (from brown rice) and single-grain oatmeal … but one of those two gave you hives. Which freaked out Mom and Dad, big-time, so we got rid of both boxes. Weirdly, you didn’t seem to even itch, even though your chest was covered in giant red swellings. (AARRRGGGHHHH!) You were laughing, as I recall.
Speaking of the laughing, that happens ALL THE TIME. I love it. Just awesome. I even like the constant grabbing of Daddy’s eyeballs, lips, nose, soul patch, hair, and glasses. The glasses as chew toy thing isn’t ideal, I’ll admit, so we try to limit that. With vague success, admittedly, as Dad likes to get up in your face for giggle time.
I must say, young man, you’ve made pretty much every single day of the last seven months better than they might have been (yes, even with freakouts and exhaustion!), and for that, I thank you. I can only imagine that this will continue. And I’m looking forward to that.
Love,
Dad