Little Drummer Boy

Isaac was born with music in his veins. He has more music/motion/rhythm in his body that Eric and I put put together.

One of my favorite things is listening to Isaac sing, his own melody and his own lyrics, I could listen all day long. At night, he says "Awn-ion" which is his way of saying "Singing." Mostly he just listens but sometimes he joins in. It's the same at church or watching a Thomas DVD with music. He is really good at pronouncing the last word and makes me think he knows the whole song.

So here is our little drummer doing his thing. Drum Isaac, drum!

Are you having twins?

Lady (okay maybe three different ladies): Are you having twins?
Me: No. Are you going to make that plastic surgery appointment?

I never actually said it, but I get a little feisty when I am pregnant. I'm fat, probably the size of a small whale, I realize this. Even my own mother suggested that my due date might be a month off. When I took that idea to my doctor, he sort of shook his head and told me my uterus was measuring "right on target." He proceeded to explain that my hormones are likely "bloating" my intestines. Great! Oh ya, I also have excessive amniotic fluid which may be adding to my swelling bulge.
ONE blessed lady down the road told me I look very good for being seven months pregnant. Since then, I have been mentioning her individually by name in every prayer, bless her dear heart.
Other news, Isaac has taken it upon himself to fetch the phone whenever it rings, taught himself, didn't even need to bribe him. And when I drop my keys he picks them up and hands them to me. He is a good boy and I feel super blessed to be his mommy. Hope my #2 is as good.