eleven months, an extreme (sort of) makeover and a day-late moving picture monday

a long {but good} weekend made for a slow start to the week and a no-show for moving picture monday. {if you were planning on linking up yesterday, i'm sorry to be posting so late. but if you have a moving picture, please still do link up at the end of this post!} the theme for this week was creatures, which is why i was excited when mr. b. told me that he saw a bunny in our front yard on saturday. i was going to shoot the bunny. {well, not literally, of course.} but when i went out to get pictures for m.p.m., that rabbit was nowhere to be seen. so i decided to shoot the next best thing... isaac's new bunny pull toy. isn't it cute? i just got it from the land of nod outlet.

i know this moving picture is similar to isaac's dinosaur moving picture, but i just had to make it.

speaking of isaac... he is eleven months old today! it's not the most exciting milestone, especially when the big no. 1 is right around the corner. but i am posting about it anyway, because after being asked several times "how old is she?" by others who have recently met him, i figured maybe his hair was getting a bit long. so i got out the trimmers and buzzed it as short as his dad's hair. now they really look like twins.

i'll be sure to get some photos of the two of them together soon, so you can see just how much.

but for now, i've posted the pics from our first outing post-hairloss. we walked to a nearby garden/park to enjoy the first nice day we have had in a while.

as with the sand in florida, isaac is not yet used to grass. he avoids touching it like the plague. and if i sit him in it, he gets very unhappy with me and does everything he can to find his way back to the stroller... without touching the grass, if at all possible.

but that's just it... it's not possible to get back to it without touching the grass. that's what made these photos of him so funny to me. you can see in his face just how torn he is between staying where he is in the grass and getting back to the stroller... but having to touch more of his bare skin to the grass in order to do so. 

such trepidation... even just to touch it, let alone sit in it. you'd think there was a scorpion in the grass.

apprehension turns to utter disapproval and unhappiness...




i guess he chose the lesser of two evils...














isaac's thought bubble: {"free at last!"}

me: "isaac, you be careful!"

i just had to laugh at his little gaze over my way... to see if i was noticing that he was kneeling up in the stroller, even though i told him not to. trying to look all innocent, as if i didn't see him climbing and trying to stand up. nice try, buddy.

me: "get down, isaac."

isaac's thought bubble: {"but, mahhhhhm... i don't want to!"}

after about a half hour, he finally got a little more used to the grass... easily distracted by the rocks at the edge of the garden that looked like they would be a yummy morsel. {oh, dear... here we go. boys and their rocks and dirt and all that stuff.}

linking up with my next photo here...

well... i may not get him to smile like an angel in this grass. but at least there were some pretty bright red flowers to serve as my back drop... making even faces of disapproval somehow look endearing.

i'm not sure what this flower is. but i know i like it!

by the time we left, he almost forgot about the weird, cold texture under his feet, and he was back to his old self... getting into everything he could find, watching the passers-by, looking around for birdies, listening to the trucks in the distance.

and me? i just took it all in... enjoying how cute he looks in his new do... how it completely changes his appearance and, strangely, his personality also. {that's what happens to me after a new hairdo, too.}

i enjoyed looking closely at the details, finding beauty in everything about our time there... the weather, getting to know him, the colors, the trust, discovery, the milestones, the miracle that i'm a mom of an eleven-month-old who's become my entire world.

somewhere in that stretch toward the end, he grew to like it there. i dare say, he did not want to leave. i can easily say, nor did i.

my eleven-month-old, blue-eyed, four-toothed, teething, trepid, trusting, wonder-filled, messy, rock-eating, dirt-digging, sometimes whiny, mostly happy, babbling, laughing, dogs- and planes-fascinated, rocky tee-wearing, music-loving, dancing, getting-ready-to-walk, mischievous, short-haired boy {becoming more and more boy with each passing day} who i simply adore. 

getting to have you in my life fills me with joy.

happy birthday, sweet baby {not for long} boy. in one month, we celebrate the BIG one. but just so you don't think that every other day is any less special than the day you turn one, i celebrate today, too. because i celebrate you.

mama loves you!

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if you had a moving picture that you wanted to link up, please do! {see below}. if you want to, but don't know the ropes, see my last moving picture link-up post for details.