Isaac's turning another year older tomorrow. Somehow he thinks this means he'll be five. Oh well. It's meant a lot of big boy talk around our house. "I'm a big boy! I can do it myself!" He also likes to say things like, "You're a big mama!" I try not to let it bother me, being almost seven months pregnant and all. I think he's really speaking to how very mature and capable I am for my age ;)
Big boys go to the dentist. This seemed like a way better idea when we talked about it than when we actually did it. The face masks were too much for him.
But after some persuasion, he gave it a try. He seems to be hoping he'll never have to go back.
Big boys ride their trikes at the biggest setting.
Big boys make up plays about missing daddy when their daddy is out of town.
Big boys move into their big boy rooms.
Way back in March, Isaac turned three. We had lots of fun and the celebrating went on for days and days. On his actual birthday, a couple of good friends came over for cupcakes. We opened a few gifts, many of which came by mail. Here he is getting ready to unwrap.
Isaac opening a very cool flashlight from his St. Louis cousins. He loved it then and he loves it now, definitely in his top five favorites of all time.
Grandma and Grandpa B. sent some things.
These puzzles are also a big hit.
We gave him an umbrella so he could continue his love of the outdoors even with the changing weather. This, by the way, is a great umbrella. He can open and close it all by himself.
Balls.
