Do I really have a 3 year old? Like, I can meet someone on the street and say, "Yes, I have a child, I'm the mother of a 3 year old." That makes me feel old, yet wildly fabulous at the same time. Isaac James is 3 today!
I have to take this day to brag about my beautiful boy. He's just one of the sweetest, smartest, cutest little kids that I've ever met. (And his mother is a bit biased)
Isaac has been reading these books for weeks now. READING. I know it's mostly memorization, but that's how I started reading, except I was like 4 or 5. Big props to my dear Fiona, homeschooling super Mom of FIVE children, who recommended I get this set of Bob books at Costco. I can now also highly recommend them. Isaac LOVES them. Here he is reading 2 of the books.
I must also brag about his writing. Here are some examples. I wrote the letters in black marker and then he wrote his version underneath those. I think they're pretty darn good!
And THEN of course there's the issue of his unbearable cuteness. I mean really. Would you just look at this face? I can't get enough. I know this kid needs to start sleeping in his own bed soon, but as much as I love waking up to my husband's face, I'm not willing to give up waking up next to this little kissable face! One day he'll be a teenager and probably won't dare sleep in my bed, or be as stinkin cute, and maybe he won't even let me kiss him, so I'm soaking it all up while I got it.
Happy Birthday Isaac James!
