i made josh take some pictures of the boys and i.  usually, i am the one taking the pictures so there aren't a lot of pictures of me with my children... i also may be avoiding the camera until i loose some of the baby weight... but if i did that i would never have any sweet pictures with me and my children while they are still young...

 about asher:

he could do and be anything that he wanted to...

he has... in his very short life been... a pro basketball player... learning how to slam dunk and swish on his little toy hoop...  an avid lover of cars, he has made sure that we drive fast enough (you're a race car mom, like lightening, drive faster!) and safe enough on the road (mom, put your seatbelt on(trained by josh))... he has traveled to the future and has fixed the kitchen table, the vacuum and other various articles and furniture around the house...A lover of the alphabet he will ask me or josh what the letters are over and over again... he has mastered the art of writing an A, H, and T...what about painting and drawing? he has taken his abilities from paper to a few of the walls in our apartment... he has also discovered that finger paint is not the only medium available to him... mascara creates master pieces also!...the only thing he may not have explored completely is music... although he can tell the difference between mom's music and dad's(mom, that is your music)... he can also sing the itsy bitsy spider with only a little prompting...his memorizing power is intense... most of the books we own you can stop mid sentence and he will finish it for you, if he isn't too busy playing or feeling shy... when we go to the park their is no end to his energy... he will run and run and run and then climb and slide then run some more... and then rush up to someone and proclaim them to be his friend (hi! friend!) and then tell them to follow him, a  little dictator :)... it is always confusing to him when they shy away and i always sigh  a breath of relief when they consent to follow and be his friend...

today, he jumped up on the coach and yelled, "to infinity and beyond... thumped his chest... then spread his wings(arms) like an eagle (or buzz lightyear's wings) and jumped... he is a never ending source of joy and surprises... i often wonder if my intelligence is up to his never ending supply 

who is isaac?

it is interesting how, when you first become pregnant, you immediately begin to wonder who this little being inside of you is... who will they look like... will your genes and your husband's genes cooperate well? will this be the wild child your relatives have been promising will come, inevitably and beautifully, into your life? well, he has arrived and surprisingly he looks more like me, although, i believe he looks most like my grandpa wilson.  i feel, in some ways. i am still waiting to see what his personality will be... i know that he is gentle and mild mannered... but at the same time he has a very strong voice and isn't afraid to make his demands known... not only to me, but to the neighbors below and to the side of us too! (asher has a similar disposition)... isaac, will see something across the room and inch worm his way over there... tenacity and endurance in its purest form... usually, it is something he wants to put in his mouth...everything was made to put in his mouth according to him (the more dangerous and disgusting the better)... the other day he inched his way across the floor while i was doing dishes in the kitchen... unknown to me he made it! and softly put his little hand on my calf... as if to say, please mom, stop... the dishes can wait... i need to be held... the littleness of his hand and the gentleness of his touch brought a few quiet tears to my eyes... knowing that this time is so short, they grow so fast... soon, he will be too old and independent to be held... like asher, he has an intensity and focus on things that he wants or is curious about... he has a look and a breathing pattern when he is discovering something new... i love just sitting and watching him (and asher) when they are in that mode...lastly, i love the way he snuggles and kicks and squirms and squeals when i pick him up or take him back from someone else's arms, so happy, to be held, loved and adored by mom