Isaac, I'm sorry your birthday wasn't eventful.

Dear Isaac,
You are one year old today. Go you, surviving this crazy world we live in for a full year.

First off, I would like to apologize that your birthday kind of sucked today. Your daddy had a 102-ish fever for most of the day today and when I was on the fence of having your cousins over as a result, daycare called to say that your brother just majorly vomited. Good times. We hopefully will be really celebrating your birthday on Sunday. Your cake will just have to wait.

But going back to you...you are awesome. You are loud, you are demanding, you are forceful, and you are strong. You even crawl with such vigor and force. You often times eye something, put your head down, and crawl as fast as you can to it, regardless of what's in your way. If you run into something, you either crawl over it or pick it up and throw it as far as you can.  One of my favorite things you do is go to our TV stand, open up the side with the DVDs, pick out each one, look at it, and slam it down on the ground as you scream. Another funny thing you do is anytime we see a mirror, even in a book, you try to eat your face. I'm not sure if you are giving yourself a kiss, because you are so dang cute, but it's funny every time.

The past few months you've shown your preference for your mom. Most days, I love it...(on the occasional day, I just want to hide!) No one else will do. In fact, your first word was mama.  If you see me, you put your head down and crawl as fast as you can towards me, sometimes yelling mamamamamamama. I love holding you, despite the fact you are a huge 24 pound baby.

Your second word was just last week when you waved and said bye-bye to Ms. Jenny on cue. Speaking of Ms. Jenny, we recently switched to a daycare and it was a rough transition. And frankly still is, because we can't get ahead of our sickness. You've been sick a lot the past couple months, but despite that, I've been impressed with your resilience. As a part of that switch, you moved to a cup and off of formula with little incident (other than that whole milk sensitivity thing).

You love Muslin blankets, the Peek-a-who book, anything that plays music, Soymilk, the school bus that plays "The wheels on the bus", Mom, baths, throwing food on the floor, people watching, tackling your dad & brother, and cats.

You hate diaper changes, putting on clothes, and wearing your winter coat and you make sure I know that everyday.

You keep on rocking with your bad self. We love you and we are way excited about the little boy you are becoming.

Love you,
Mom