Tell You [a] Little Story

If you are completely unprepared in (almost) every way to birth your child due to the fact that your body does not really do spontaneous labor and you thought you had a good two weeks to worry about details and thus {house is a mess haven't begun to wash or sort baby clothes no newborn diapers ...or bouncy seat ...or swing ...or nursing pads ...or bassinet/port-a-crib for your room ...or pacifiers packed hospital bag is but a distant dream child's big oral presentation on William Clark is not ready to go baby name is not solidified neighbor kids are coming over tomorrow for a playdate not mentally geared up to go drugfree have tickets to Friday night's football game haven't registered with the hospital no groceries in the house} BUT, you're emotionally and physically ready to not be pregnant anymore and to meet this new precious babe and he has joyously turned his little cute self around so he is head-down after all the fuss about being breech, AND, you tiredly say ...

Isaac turned six this month. He's a cool kid. Yesterday, after a lifetime of crying every time he was required to clean his room or do a chore, he announced that he loves to help clean, and spent the afternoon -- a couple of hours, at least -- asking, "What can I do to help?", then doing it with a smile and coming back for more assignments. A freak occurrence? Perhaps, but I'm going to be reminding him of it with great frequency. He's smart, and I am enjoying that he is the oldest in his kindergarten class because I think school will come easier to him and he will have an opportunity to be a leader. He also seems to have natural athleticism; and his long fingers are helping him right along with plucking out his C's and D's on the piano. Three lessons, and well on his way to concert halls. I tell people that Isaac is spacey, but I don't know if that is accurate. I think he is the third child -- yea, third boy -- in our family and thus accustomed to less...

Isaac's name got picked out of a hat at the BYU women's volleyball game tonight to compete for football tickets to this weekend's Florida State game. This child, who has no inhibitions, went down to the court, did not know the fight song, but oh, he growled! He won! I love it.