Greg gets the award for capturing Isaac's biggest smile ever.
Ike is 19 1/2 months old now. He. is. a. handful.
One of his favorite things to do is to take off running across an open field or park while yelling "'un, 'un, 'un!". I try to wait to see if he's ever going to look back before running to catch him but I can never wait that long.
He's almost always happy.
He talks a lot. Today, he discovered the word "flip flop" and giggled every time he or the boys said it. There are two words that he says that are my very favorite. "GROSS!" which he nails perfectly with various inflections. "Geeess" is
kiss but said with a deep Antonio Banderas accent.
He is a good eater and has been known to out eat Charlie and Jack on occasion. But when he is done, he's done and if you leave him in his highchair a minute to long he will dump the remaining contents of his bowl, plate, and cup on top of his head. This he finds hilarious.
He does not know his animal sounds. He thinks everything should "meooooow" like a kitty. He calls ants and horses "Goggies".
He recently discovered how to change the channel with the remote control. Not by pushing the buttons though (that's old news) but by using it to physically push the buttons on the front of the TV much to the dismay of his brothers. His other favorite thing is to shake peoples' hands at church. After about 45 minutes, he has had enough of the meeting. He hops off my lap and starts walking down the isle shaking hands of those on the end of each row then those of the people sitting along the whole back bench on his way to the door. Needless to say, he has a lot of fans at church especially among the grandmas whom he flirts with endlessly.
