Isaac is now ten weeks old, which seems almost impossible. He talks all the time, moves his arms and legs around like a crazy man, and notices so much about the world around him. He enjoys looking at light fixtures, talking to the baby in the mirror, laughing at his dad when he comes home from school, and teaching his mom to get a bottle warmed BEFORE he starts to cry.
Mommy and Isaac have made more trips out into the world in the last couple weeks. We went to our first birthday party last week, and out to eat for the first time yesterday and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, napping contentedly through most of each outing. Last week we also went to the laundromat while our washing machine was broken. We did not enjoy the laundromat and will not be repeating that experience.
Isaac has started to burrow when he wants to go to sleep (see photo). He wiggles, squirms and generally whines until he's being held in a vertical position then buries his head in the holder's armpit. Mornings are still his happiest time. He likes to be held in Mommy's lap facing outward to watch the world (also pictured). Mom can right his head as often as she likes, but he just throws it back to the side again. His Ayi Luann calls him a "happy, floppy-headed baby" and both Ricci and Case agree.
