Letter from the editor. It's strange getting catcalls from elderly shoppers in the grocery store. Isaac cannot get enough of it. Sometimes, as a parent, I wonder if I should turn around and acknowledge these Hey cuties as compliments or what. Inevitably, my son smiles at the most smarmy of old dudes. Perhaps, I should just follow his lead and be a little less judgemental. Isaac, you're just so with it in regards to humanity. Your lack of skepticism is so refreshing. But come on: can't you put on a little fuss. You don't want everyone thinking you're this tame little butterfly.
That's right. Learn to throw some tantrums. Let the world know you have feelings. Throw in some Smiths' lyrics if you must.
Such an exhibitionist. My diary is filled.

The ole watering hole in the deck. I've been requesting special spa treatments in the afternoons. We could go to any pricy resort for this type of exfoliating soak. But my mama usually chooses a bucket of water out on the deck. It's simply indulgent.

Cinq ans... As our five year anniversary looms near, who knew we'd be here? So you're running off to boston. And our ten month old will be experiencing the confines of an airline back to rdu. Separation anxiety to be had by all, for sure. Isaac promises not to walk until his return to the music city. So try not to fret about that, ok?

Never one to be left out... Isaac stretches his limbs to find out what's behind every closed door.

Viewing himself from a different angle. He realizes that he has become the latest craze in iron-ons. It started with a tee for his mother. But when the pictures started appearing on Isaac's onesies, he didn't know whether to be flattered or a little freaked out by his mother's obsessive nature.
an icon at 9 1/2 months? It's hard to dispute this with his parents. (Sorry for burning your pillowcase, Patrick...)