Isaac is so cuddly. I love it. He will come up to me when I am laying on the floor and lay down on top of me. Of course, I start to tickle him and blow raspberries on his little belly which makes him laugh and then I laugh. So sweet.
There isn't a thing he won't try to do, especially if he sees Asher do it first.
He is most proud of himself if he can climb up onto something. He will stand on the object he has just conquered and stick out his belly in satisfaction and then pat it with his little hands. Once he has done this little ritual he will move onto whatever motivated him to climb up in the first place. Like spilling the class of milk left on the table, or dumping out half a jar of Costco pepper ( Costco is relevant because of the size). One morning, Josh and I were in our room when Asher came running in, "Isaac is on the table!"... I thought he said something about the cable... Josh went rushing into the room and yes, indeed, Isaac had crawled up onto the black kitchen table under the window. It is with frequency that I pry him off kitchen table too, he of course heads to the fragile decorations I have sitting on top of it.
Lately, Asher and he have been running around playing dogs together, panting and chasing each other and hiding behind makeshift forts (the kitchen chairs turned over)... sometimes, I will catch Isaac randomly starting to pant and smiling really big at his fun game.
