
oh, my! he's hardly a babe anymore, is he? in just over a month, he'll be one year old! my little baby is growing up. {*frown* *sniffle* *sniffle*}
how did that happen? i truly can't fathom it. really. others may think it's just an expression when i say it seems like i just brought him home from the hospital. but it's not. it really does feel that way. if his first year was a blur... gosh, what will the next seventeen be like? and if the years seem to go by faster the older we get {and i'm already forty}, i best pay attention. if i blink, he might have graduated and moved out to college when i open my eyes!... eeeek! i don't even want to think about how old i will be then...
well, i have not done texture tuesday in a long while. and i really wanted to post this, one of my favorite florida pics of isaac, from our recent trip. so i'm doing both in one shot!
{i've used kim klassen's embrace and be still textures. i did not purposely pick those two for any particular reason, but now that i think about it, they are appropriate here... normally, i can not get isaac to sit still for any good close-up shots like this. but because he was in the sand and it is yet too unfamiliarly uncomfortable, he was quite still. he just sort of sat there and observed the texture of it... not quite sure what to think. so there's the "be still" part. and "embrace" is perfect for this, too... because all this photo makes me want to do is run up to him and hug my little man... squeeze him tight!}
speaking of beach babe... i almost forgot about something that happened on the beach that was rather hilarious. i was in the sand with the camera, taking pictures of isaac in mr. b's arms as they waded in shallow waves. isaac was still not yet accustomed to the water and was sort of half whining, half crying while his dad held him. out of the corner of my eye, i saw a jogger approaching from the left, so i lowered my camera to let the runner pass and so as not to have a blurry jogger in any of my shots. this person happened to be a gorgeous, thin, young woman wearing a bikini as she listened to her iPod and ran along the beach where the waves met the sand... right in front of isaac. as soon as this young sprinting beauty caught isaac's eye and attention, he stopped crying... i mean, immediately. and not only that, but his head spun on that neck as quickly as needed to follow her every step and not miss a beat. as soon as she was far enough away for him to care, he started crying again. but man, did that beach babe catch his eye! mr. b. and i laughed so hard afterward. busted, little man! busted!
just had to share that little side note.
speaking of beach babe... i almost forgot about something that happened on the beach that was rather hilarious. i was in the sand with the camera, taking pictures of isaac in mr. b's arms as they waded in shallow waves. isaac was still not yet accustomed to the water and was sort of half whining, half crying while his dad held him. out of the corner of my eye, i saw a jogger approaching from the left, so i lowered my camera to let the runner pass and so as not to have a blurry jogger in any of my shots. this person happened to be a gorgeous, thin, young woman wearing a bikini as she listened to her iPod and ran along the beach where the waves met the sand... right in front of isaac. as soon as this young sprinting beauty caught isaac's eye and attention, he stopped crying... i mean, immediately. and not only that, but his head spun on that neck as quickly as needed to follow her every step and not miss a beat. as soon as she was far enough away for him to care, he started crying again. but man, did that beach babe catch his eye! mr. b. and i laughed so hard afterward. busted, little man! busted!
just had to share that little side note.
anyway, i adore his expression in this photo. it's one i see on his face a lot these days. he has no concept of what wealth, status or popularity mean. he finds delight in pretty much everything... even his tiny green toothbrush. that kind of joy and innocence is the perfect antidote to the cynicism, bitterness or pessimism that can creep into old bones like ours. what a breath of fresh air he is.
i am daily amazed at the changes in my son. it's weird, but sometimes i feel like he'll go down for a nap and wake up a completely different person... like his personality, thinking or motor skills made leaps and bounds forward just in that short hour or two of sleep. often, the changes we witness are gradual. but i kid you not... there are days when those big overnight {or "overnap"} changes happen, too. it's one of the coolest and most surprising discoveries in regards to watching him grow up that i have come to know as a mom raising her first child.
he tests our limits. he makes more messes in less time than i have ever seen made by anyone else {thank God you can't see the condition of my home through your computer monitor!}. he has us pulling our hair out at times.
but our little squirt is, no doubt, without question, hands down, the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to us.
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