Isaac is not speaking yet. I mention this first but I am not sure why. Asher had several words by now, but I am not comparing or at least I shouldn't compare :). Both are sweet and intelligent in their own ways. Isaac does speak a few words but nothing normal. He can say bye and hello, do da, and sometimes it sounds like dad and sometimes mom, we believe he said asher a few times and that, that completes the list. :) Love it. He did just figure out the sign language for "all done". Previously, his way of telling me that he was finished was squawking from his high chair as loud as he could, the higher the decibel the better.
While he may not have a huge vocabulary at this time, he does posses several other talents and favorite activities. For instance, when he is nursing he loves to stick his finger up my nose. I know. Seriously. Finger up my nose, not so much fun. So loving, like curling your long golden hair, or patting your cheek softly, or even holding your finger with their little hands. Nope. Finger up the nose. He also likes to push cars around and make car noises, sometimes he will do the same with little animal toys,and tonight he made noises while flying his bread around like an airplane. He loves the bathtub and at any available opportunity (if we forget to close the bathroom door) he will rush in to the bathroom and stand by the edge of the bathtub and squeak and squawk(once again the higher the octave the better) and bounce up and down because he is so excited just to be there.
I did think he would be walking by now since he was so fast learning how to crawl, but it wasn't until the other day he took his first three steps... the first I have seen anyway. I am one of those mothers that believes that she can be there for ALL of her babies's firsts and should be there. For me, to not be there is like missing an opportunity to try the best ice cream in the world because you fell into a mud puddle chasing after the ice cream truck, and you are lying there covered in mud, cold, and listening to the music fading slowly but surely away.
The first step, first word, first attempt at crawling etc etc those are all moments I would like to be there for, I put in the nine months it is my privilege to do so. I have met a few other mothers who have felt the same and it is validating that I am not alone. We may be a strange breed of control freaks, but there you go. I believe I am an optimist and a dreamer. It feels like an irreplaceable loss to not see it and be a part of those milestone moments.
In all honesty, I cherish my sweet little boy (as I do Asher). Sometimes I am overcome with this feeling that my house has been blessed with little angels, sometimes mischievous, or crying, or hungry, pouting, wild and crazy angels, but angels none the less.
Sometimes, he will give the sweetest look. He will tilt his head to one side and smile bashfully, so coy. Also, when he gets really excited about nursing he coughs and cries until he is eating. So funny.
Lastly, he is just so dog gone stubborn. Take him away from something and he will just come back. You have to take what he wants and can't have away, hide it, or barricade it and if you barricade it you must adapt it according to his learning and climbing curve.
Some how, along the way, he is emerging from being a baby and is tilting the balances towards little boy.
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