Reflecting on April. Isaac remembers the green carpet of Grandpa's living room floor and how it seemed condusive for back strokes and day-dreams about experiences he's yet to have. "Sweet dreams, Boopy-Dooh. For in the morning, you'll have May etched on the chalkboard."

A symbiotic relationship. One was in need of a hair lift. The other one was just in need of a lift. Together they formed one hot boy band.
Free shoulder rides. Friday evening following an exquisite mushroom lasagna dinner that I was able to enjoy only by the most vicarious of means, Papa offered me an exclusive tour of the outdoor quarters.

Preferred method of travel. Don't get me wrong; crawling's the best. I just still get a thrill out of prancing around in this contraption. My daddy thinks he's carrying me, but I know that I'm in charge of this horse and buggy situation. "Carry on, father."

Secrets of the heart revealed! Isaac's fondness for older girls was made known yesterday as he cozied up to the sophisticated, ever so enchanting Aurora, who happens to be 3 months his senior. They offered eachother good back support. And then, Aurora went on with her merry way, while Isaac continued to throw tantrums at a ball that was too big for him to handle.

On the move. This morning, Isaac went ahead and crawled for the very first time. His motivation? A purple hippo bath toy. Just seven months old, and this boy has the world at his fingertips.