Isaac: A Photo Essay
He eats sand. He alternates saying, squawking, and shrieking "hi!" to every passerby. He mimics. He picks on his older brothers. He dances.
He beams. He climbs. He fears nothing, except an occasional dog. He calls every man on a bike "dad". He prides himself on getting out of the crib during naptime. He vomits.
He entertains. He hangs with his mom at the Grand Canyon. He unrolls a whole roll of toilet paper to blow his nose. He makes us happy. He looks like his dad. He laughs. He rocks.
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I must ask why the blog name change? I liked the original title. Not that I don't like this one, but I don't really understand it. Everytime I visit your site, I have a great urge to add an a before little story. (have I been hanging around a certain college friend too long or what?)
I wish I could see them every day.