Isaac has a new nickname. Last night Silas called him Ikey Ohkey-Oh. It’s perfect and it stuck. What a funny kid that Silas is. He’s given me lots of kisses today so far so I’m happy with him. He’s got a CD case open and he’s talking in gibberish like he’s reading a book. He was also spinning in circles with his drum on his head. The drum holds other drum toys so if you take the lid off it can fit right over the head and it’s see through. Silas enjoys that a lot and tries to kiss you through it. Oh now he’s hitting me, and now he’s in a time out. That was short lived.
I’m crazy tempted to supplement Isaac at night. Last night he slept SO well but I had to sit there for an hour and a half with him slurping away at my breast before it all happened. Silas literally took 10-20 minutes to feed. This is madness. Is giving him formula so bad to top him off for the night?
I’m falling madly in love with Isaac. It’s pretty easy when he’s so easy to take care of and my other son whom I adore is being a royal pain in the behind. Ike is getting rather chubby already. I can’t believe he’ll be a month old in 6 days. I love it when time flies sometimes. I love it that he’s getting chubby. I also love it that he looks everything like his dad. It’s like staring at my husband all day…only cuter. I also love it that he never cries for no reason. I always know why he’s crying…it’s great. He’s got so much gas but it never seems to bother him. I love getting it out of him too.
Right now I have a pile of pennies that Silas is putting one at a time into the “bank” (a VERY large glass jar once used by my step-father for making beer…or wine…or something). There’s a bunch of coins in there that I’ve been putting in since high-school. It’s a great repetitive toddler game for my angry toddler child. Soon that thing will be full of cheerios or something. Speaking of cheerios, he’s just realized that it’s fun to throw them off his highchair along with any other kind of food (I’m excited to move into a place with no carpets soon). It’s even more fun when I tell him no no…that way he’s getting the exciting reaction from mommy. This mommy thing is hard sometimes. Good thing Silas is cute. I really hope this is the beginning of the terrible two’s and that it’s not going to get worse when he’s two.
Anyway, I’m all done.