Last day of being 2 years old!

There is a good chance that I cried a lot on Isaac's last official day of being two. I love two. Two is great, and now it's three that I love. Was it really only three years ago that he entered the seen and made our lives considerably sweeter? Woah. At three, Isaac loves

• when he gets up in the morning and his papa didn't go to work


• making Seth laugh by jumping on the bed, or blowing on his belly


• waffles, cheese sticks, JoJo's icecream


• his best friend, Nathan


• playing in is mother's flower garden (which is now just a pile of dirt), especially with afore mentioned friend


• reading books, but watching Diego more


• trains, cars, and baseball bats


• his mama to lye down with him at night


• not taking naps


• chocolate


• Family dance, or marching around to 76 Trumbones with his staff (aka spatula/spoon)

Isaac is great at encouraging. He often says, "Good job, mommy. Good job." He sings I am a Child of God to Seth when he is crying. And if there is a fix-it project, he is the best right hand man in the house. He tells his dad, "I helpin you, dad," over and over.